I held what I hoped looked like a warm smile on my face when I saw Iris the next morning for breakfast. Internally, though, I reeled with shock.
She looked unbelievably different. Her energy was different, too.
Iris wore a crisp beige blouse and a floral print skirt, apparently having gone shopping by now, and had her hair pulled back into a tidy ponytail. She still gave me an eerie feeling; there was something very off about her. But that wild, menacing energy I had gotten from her in the past was gone.
She avoided my eyes as much as possible when we first sat down. Until I told her outright that I would like it if we could have a fresh start between us and forget about the past. Then she looked incredibly relieved, and was finally able to eat her meal.
Alexander squeezed my hand
