I can do this. I thought looking in the mirror after my shower. I'm just meeting his son. I can do this.
I gripped the sink, wondering if this was all worth it and if the email I just received was going to cause me any further issues or if I should just ignore it. After a few mintues of deliberation, I decided to put it on the back burner and make it Future Dylan's problem. I nodded once to myself in the mirror and gave myself a quick once over. I had pulled my hair, in all it's natural dark brown wavy and frizzy glory, up into a messy bun. This heat and humidity was making it damn near impossible to maintain. I had decided to keep it simply by wearing a loose fitted white tank top, it had little tan and white buttons down the front of it for decoration, the top met a pair of denim capri
