The more she stared at it, the more disgusted she felt, her mind frantically trying to convince her it was something else that stuck to the underwear instead of what she knew it was.
For a few seconds, Violet focused her gaze on the offending item, her stomach churning until the realization hit her—she couldn't allow 'it' to remain in the room.
Her first reaction was to search the room for gloves to pick it up, her movements growing more frantic with each passing moment. Yet, even after minutes of serious searching, her efforts yielded nothing.
The fear of Cain walking through the door grew with each second, her pulse racing as she finally made the decision she'd been dreading—she'd have to use her hands.
Anger bubbled within her as she gingerly picked it up, her revulsion barely contained as she hurried outside, her heart hammering at the horrifying thought of Cain catching her in the act.
