Day 115.

Clean. Fresh clothes. Not her style. She imagined they belonged to someone else once. They seemed a bit outdated and mismatched, but they fit (mostly) anyway. She couldn't really expect much more. She already felt that these people were being way too generous and kind to her. They must want something. For right now, she would try to enjoy the shower, the clothes, and the bed. Lord knows it's been months since she slept in an actual bed. That's only if a cot in the middle of a shelter could be considered a bed.