Yes, but she can’t get it

At last, in a dreadful moment, she found the nightshirt, but in a terrible state: it was pinned under her father’s leg. So much for modesty, she thought. What was she going to do? She stood up in the middle of the room, stark naked, and was just about to run to the closet and find something, anything, to throw on.

At that moment, however, the door flung open. Her mother was standing there, silhouetted by the light of the hallway spilling through the door frame.

“Sweetie?! What happened?!”

Shit! She must have heard the bang of her father hitting the floor and come to see if Anna was okay.

Anna stood there, completely exposed except for the layer of darkness covering her. She only had a moment to react.