Chapter 27

• From Bad To Worse
• Clover The student who works the desk had to come in and tell me, apologetically, that he needed to lock up the pool. It’s already quarter past eleven by the time I’m done in the shower, and the women’s locker room is empty. This isn’t the first time I’ve been the last person here. I pause as I pass the sauna. There’s no one left but me. It wouldn’t hurt to spend ten minutes in there relaxing before I head home. And if someone should come knocking, I can feign that I lost track of time.
• The lights are off, so I step inside and feel around for the switch on the wall, flicking it on as I let my towel drop to my waist. It takes me a moment to process what I’m seeing—and for me to register that I’m not nearly as alone as I believed myself to be.