Mara
I slammed the bathroom door hard enough to rattle the mirror.
My hands were shaking.
Again.
I braced them on the sink and stared at my reflection like it might explain why my heart was doing this stupid, reckless sprint in my chest. My eyes looked brighter than they had any right to. My mouth was swollen from biting it too hard, holding things in that wanted out.
I was supposed to be falling apart.
That was the narrative.
Single mom. Cheated on. Threatened by lawyers. Standing on the edge of a custody nightmare.
Instead, my body was reacting like I was standing on the edge of something else entirely.
Something dangerous.
Something I wanted.
I splashed water on my face, cold enough to wake me up to reality.
Get it together.
This wasn’t the time.
This wasn’t smart.
This w
