Chapter 16 Pinned Against the Wall

• About halfway through the month looming in the past, Wrenley skillfully sidestepped encounters with certain individuals she'd rather avoid. Her daily existence had settled into a predictable rhythm.
• "Wrenley, I find myself with some leisure today. Would you fancy accompanying me for a haircut? My locks have grown rather unruly."
• Examining her reflection in the looking glass, Wrenley pondered. Busy as she'd been, the idea of trimming her lengthy hair had been on her mind. She harbored a disdain for excessively long hair, finding it bothersome to maintain.