Chapter 39 The Laugh

• Quinn's POV
• Back in my room, I sat in front of the vanity while Martha worked a towel through my damp hair. The gentle tugging motion was oddly comforting, like being a child again when someone else took care of these simple things—something I apparently never experienced but heard from my pears.
• Irene bustled around the room, tidying up the mess I'd made of my bed that morning. She moved quietly, efficiently, the way she always did.