Katerina
After Dmitriy left, I made sure to lock the front door, then I dumped the contents of my duffel bag on the couch. I had high hopes of not getting stuck in Arizona for the night, but I wanted to be prepared, just in case.
First, I hung my black pencil skirt and light pink blouse in front for easy retrieval in the morning, then I plucked a silver tube dress and a red, silk nightie off their hangers. Next, I retrieved a pair of hibiscus flower print leggings and a bright orange tank-top from my dresser, then I shoved all of it in the duffel bag, along with an extra bra and panties.
Since I would be appearing in court under my real name, I grabbed the little lock box I had recently purchased and pulled my identifying documents out of it. After putting Katerina’s i.d.
