It wasn't until I made searing contact that I realized it was actually a rosebush. I hit the ground, torn and bleeding but free.
Keep it simple, I reminded myself. If this guy got any real thread to my story, I'd be doomed to dive down the rabbit hole with him.
In spite of the open door and my nakedness, I wasn't going to look weak. I held her gaze. These people weren't going to break me after all I had already been through.
I had triumphed over sadistic staff members, beaten grave illness and stood up to my father in these clothes, but as I removed them, I saw them for what they were: rags.