CALISTA'S P.O.V
I was lighter on my feet today.
More relaxed, more at ease, more comfortable in my skin, and if I were being honest, it was all because of my husband, Roman.
He's been by my side like a watch keeper, his eyes always checking to make sure I'm alright, eating well, sleeping fine. If it wasn't for him, I would have long given in to the reflection in the shower glass and ended my life.
Now, I don't see the reflection anymore, and sometimes, in some rare moments when I look into the mirror, I see what Roman sees in me. Someone strong, beautiful, and strong enough to endure all I have.
So yes. I am strong. I am brave. I was barely seven when my mother looked me in the eye and told me that she loved me, but committed suicide an hour later.
I didn't let that define me. My mot
