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Emily blushed as Zane tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, flinching away as she always did, and nodded, squeezing her eyes shut against the flow of tears with what he said next. He closed the door and she quickly changed into the clothes, blushing again as she saw Zane had grabbed some underwear and a bra as well as normal clothes. Luckily, it was her size. Is it weird that my chest is the same size as his moms...? She shuddered, not choosing to think about it. She was simply grateful she wasn't wearing blood-covered clothes anymore.

As she slowly opened the door, she heard voices down the hall. Walking quietly, clutching her old clothes to her chest and making sure she didn't get any blood on the ones she was wearing, she peered around the corner of the wall to see Zane, his family, and another woman she didn't know. This woman was middle aged and looked very professional and well groomed. She kind of scared the beejeezus out of Emily in an intimidating kind of way just by looking at her.

Emily cleared her throat and shuffled her feet, choosing only to look at Zane, the person she was most comfortable with. "Um, I...I think I cleaned up everything in there. Let me know if I missed something and I'll fix it." She was used to cleaning to perfection, and she especially didn't want Zane to find any of her blood in his bathroom. That was gross if not just plain rude of her.