To say I had a good night's rest will be lying to myself.
Yvonne kept toasting on the bed the whole night crying as if someone was trying to harm her.
Since she went unconscious last night, I could barely close my eyes for a minute.
I made sure I wiped her sweaty body as much as I could and removed her tattered jean trousers too. She remained only with her pants and body.
If I've never been careful with anything I did with my life, I made sure I was deliberately careful and even more attentive in giving her a douche with only a clean towel.
After I had cleaned Yvonne up, I had dressed her in my big t-shirt, it was an oversize gown for her, and I made sure it covered her pants.
While cleaning the dirt and mud from the legs, it seems like she had walked home, in fact, any detective would say the same thing, whereas I thought she wore shoes. Hmmm! quite strange.
