Teresa
This morning was too sharp, as if it had a dagger in its hands. Before the stir of the morning began, I was already fully dressed in a dark leather jacket over a grey t-shirt and dark jeans.
Dark, heavy boots completed the dressing. At a glance from the mirror, the reflection I saw was a woman ready to fight.
Well, technically… not a physical fight, but the idea of pushing back convenience to do what is right is already a fight in itself.
I packed a small bag. Inside was another t-shirt, jacket, jeans, and another pair of boots. It was all I needed. Light, brief. It almost looked like a normal trip. But it wasn’t.
Nothing about this trip felt normal at all.
As streaks of sunlight began to slip through the curtains of my bedroom, I figured out it was time to talk to Milinda.
