At two in the morning, the house was completely quiet.

I hung my heavy wool coat over the back of the bedroom door.

I sat on the edge of our mattress holding a glass of warm water.

Evelyn lay under two thick wool blankets, shivering even with the central heating blowing through the floor vents.

She patted her bare collarbone where her blue silk scarf usually sat.

Without her auburn hairpiece, she looked terribly fragile against the white pillows.

The ballroom stage lights had been so harsh on her bare scalp.