It was buried at the bottom of her dresser. Beneath all her tank tops and loose t-shirts, behind a stack of clothes she had never really worn because they weren't quite her style but Hanna had insisted. It was in the back, scrunched up and undeniably wrinkled. But when she pulled it out, and let her hands glide over the smooth cotton, her fingers curled around it and she broke into a soft smile. She could tell it apart without seeing it, remembering the feel of it beneath her fingers as she had peeled it off Paige's body on more than on occasion.
She sighed as she tugged it from the depths of her dresser, and she pulled it close against her chest. Without thinking, she dipped her head into the wadded fabric and breathed deep.
She smiled.
It still smelled like Paige.