CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Three months later.
Naya stood in front of the full length mirror that was on top of an old non-functioning microwave. She was stark naked except for the yellow panties and bra. Beads of water dripped from her strawberry blonde hair down to her shoulders.
She pushed few rogue strands of hair behind her ears and wiped the bead of water that was about to enter her eyes. The other beads of water, Naya allowed to fall freely all over her body.
She ran her index finger on the scar just above her hair line. The scar was almost fading. Naya blinked and looked away from the mirror. She opened the wooden wardrobe and took out the navy blue towel that was folded among the pile of towers on the lower right side of the wardrobe. Some people might say she had a thing for towels since she had about twenty of them.
