She kicked off her one slipper and stripped out of her robe and pajamas, then hung them from the shower head. Turning to the bathroom mirror, she studied her face. The new hard glint in her eyes, which she'd first detected at the hospital, was still there.
She filled the sink, then methodically ran a damp washcloth over her legs, arms, breasts, face. The cool water felt like a process of healing. She dried herself, enjoying the towel's rough texture. Finally she wetted, dried, and combed her hair. Lee Bareun had always said she ought to let it fall around her shoulders. She wondered how he liked it this way.
