Mrs. Geoff gave you Sarah's clothes

Mrs. Geoff led you through the hallway into Sarah's room, her gentle hand on your back, guiding you toward some semblance of comfort. You felt drained, both physically and emotionally, and the reality of what had happened with your mom was still sinking in. But for now, all you could do was follow.

"I guess you don't have any clothes for tonight," she said softly, opening one of Sarah’s drawers. "You’ll have to make do with one of Sarah’s nighties, if that’s alright with you."

You nodded, too tired to care about the details. Anything was better than the damp clothes clinging to your skin. Mrs. Geoff rifled through the drawer and pulled out a pastel pink brief and a translucent pink nightie, her expression still warm and caring.

Without a second thought, you took the thong from her and put it on. The soft fabric was almost comforting in its own way. You weren’t in the mood to overthink it. Mrs. Geoff watched with a knowing smile.

"I told you that pastel pink looks pretty on you," she said with a chuckle, trying to lighten the moment.

You didn’t respond, simply draping the sheer nightie over yourself, feeling its lightness fall against your skin. It wasn’t about looking pretty or anything like that; it was about getting warm and avoiding a chill in the cold air.