LEXIE
I stood in front of the small mirror in my room and looked at myself properly for the first time in months.
The green top was simple, nothing special about it objectively, just a clean colour and a good fit and fabric that didn't feel like it was apologising for existing.
But I had bought it myself with money I had earned in a town I had chosen to stay in and I was wearing it because I wanted to, not because it was what I had left at the bottom of a bag I had packed in the dark.
That felt like more than a top. I grabbed my jacket and went downstairs.
Mia saw me first, she was behind the counter arranging glasses and she looked up when I hit the bottom step and her face did the thing where everything on it happened at once. "Oh," she said. "That colour."
"Good oh or bad oh?" I
