Liz
I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror as steam began to rise, curling around me like ghostly fingers. Emma had insisted on cooking dinner while Davis wanted to do one last perimeter sweep before the night ended completely, and we settled in for sleep. That left me alone with the one thing I had been trying to outrun all day. My own thoughts.
The woman staring back at me looked exhausted. Not just physically, but mentally and spiritually. Like someone had reached inside my chest and hollowed me out, leaving only enough to keep breathing. I hung my head as my fingers gripped the edge of the counter until pain splintered through my palms.
How was it possible to feel so numb and so shattered at the same time? I was hurt. God, I was hurting. But beneath the heartbreak sat so
