I’m standing in front of my reflection. The mirror is lying, it can’t be otherwise. I don’t recognize myself. It’s like the Lena Hudson from before. Not the new one. I should have appeared thin, my face ravaged. As ugly as I am sad.
But no.
It almost looks like I'm intact and nothing happened. I had lost a lot of weight, but Adam managed to fill me out. I look rested, my eyes are dry.
Since there was no way for me to shop for a dress for Father's ceremony, Adam chose one for me.
He took care of everything. Airline tickets, the hotel.
I let myself be taken care of away. I watched Adam fill my suitcase, presenting me with each item of clothing and waiting for a nod to put it in or not, blushing when we got down to the underwear.
The morning of departure, he took care of waking me up, d
