She clicked the door shut.
Looking down at the T-shirt in her hands, she recognized the brand of loungewear he always favored.
She said nothing.
Back when they were married, she wasn't actually the one managing his wardrobe.
It was always Janetta.
She had only realized it far too late.
Whatever brand he wore, Janetta was undoubtedly draped in the matching female collection.
Meanwhile, totally oblivious, Helena used to scramble to buy herself the exact same brands.
Desperately trying to create some pathetic illusion of 'couple's outfits'.
Looking back, it was completely pathetic.
But the shirt he had just handed her was a simple, understated beige T-shirt.
Entirely different from the flashy styles Janetta favored.
She pushed the thought aside.
There was nothing intimate about borrowing a piece of clothing.
Especially not one fresh out of the package.
She quickly took a shower.
Tossed her wet undergarments into The Dryer.
The shirt was huge on her petite frame, hanging down like a mid-thigh dress.
It was functional enough.
The entire ordeal had drained her energy.
She had eaten a bit on the plane, so she wasn't particularly hungry.
Skipping dinner wasn't an issue.
It was still far too early for her to sleep, though.
And her mind was racing with everything that had transpired today.
She leaned back against the plush headboard in the quiet room.
Eventually, she pulled out her laptop to tackle some pending emails.
A while later, her phone buzzed with a call from Julian.
She answered immediately. "Did you land in Tokyo?"
"Yeah," he confirmed. He paused for a beat before asking, "Is it still pouring in Riverton?"
"Yes, it's a massive storm. The flooding is severe. It's let up a fraction, but not enough to matter." She stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the raging weather.
He didn't press the issue.


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