Present
Jane
I look how I feel exactly, terrible. My eyes are puffy, my face swollen, and my complexion is pale. The past few nights have been bad, but last night was the worst.
Still, I pick myself up and get ready to go downstairs. The morning chores feel daunting, and I also end up emptying my insides in between. This is really draining.
I coat my face with a light layer of makeup before I leave my room. I tense up slightly when my gaze falls on Dad, already seated at the breakfast table with the tablet in his hands as usual.
Steeling myself, I climb down and slowly walk up to him.
"Good morning, Jane." He startles me by greeting me first. I nod, throwing a hook to capture my courage that is hiding somewhere, "Morning, Dad." I answer, getting happy that I was able to keep the quiv
