Emma's Point Of View
The bathroom was still heavy with the scent of lavender steam as I stepped out, my hair damp and curling over my shoulders. A fluffy towel was tightly secured around me as I crossed the room and sat down at the dresser. My fingers hovered over my collection of skincare products, ranging from toners, moisturizers to serums, a luxury I never thought I would ever afford. Six months ago, the idea of a “night routine” was laughable. My days had been a blur of hospital visits, work, and exhaustion. Picking out a product for my face would’ve been at the bottom of the list.
As I opened a drawer to grab my jade roller, my fingers brushed against something familiar. Pulling it out, I saw a photograph of Brandon, his smile frozen in time. My heart clenched. I traced his feature
