Chapter Thirty-Six
Michaela
January 2nd
Preparing myself for the service was like prepping for battle. Twisting my curls into something chic. Waterproof eye everything. Teeth, perfectly clean. Hosiery, no runs or snags.
I slept okay, so the face looking back at me in the mirror appeared perfectly refined.
My mother would find no fault.
Abby had offered to make breakfast, but all I wanted was toast. I wouldn’t be able to eat much until this was over. Peanut-butter toast was so I could take my anti-anxiety pill.
While I was proud of not needing daily medication anymore, I kept a small prescription to deal with days that threatened to make me spiral. Seeing my family fit the bill.
I double-checked the shoebox of envelopes for them—photos of Harry and my mother and cousins—then nothing
