36FeliciaThree days, I think, standing in front of the mirror of my childhood home.
It’s the mirror I stood in front of for prom and the mirror I stood in front of before I went off to college. It’s pink-framed with stickers all around it, stickers charting my growth to maturity. First boybands, and then metal bands, and then quotes from books, and then fitness and motivational quotes. I never pealed a single sticker off. I guess some part of me knew that one day I’d return a changed woman and need a reminder of who I was before the change occurred. I think of the innocent, hopeful girl who stood before this mirror so many times. I think of her and I miss her.
I keep thinking about Lance and the gunshot. Surely it’s possible he could’ve done something and gotten to the car in time? Surel
