Chapter 132: Those are My Clothes
They walk right on by me while I'm blowing my nose with a scrunched-up tissue, looking like an absolute mess. Vincent opens the closet door and the other man pushes the rack in without question.
"You bought me more clothes?" A whole rack of them? If I didn't feel as if there might be truth to me having the fever Vincent accused me of having a few minutes ago, I would jump from the bed and search through them.
It's absurd. I don't need more clothes.
But then I notice something familiar at the end of the rack sticking out of the closet. It's a cream color with green on the sleeves—a sweatshirt with a big green print of Sparty's head on the front.
That is my sweatshirt.