VERA'S POV
“You look like a zombie,” Ira said bluntly, her voice dripping with her usual sarcasm.
“Thanks for the observation, Ira, but just so you know, no one asked you.” I muttered as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
To be fair, she wasn’t entirely wrong. My reflection screamed exhaustion. I looked like a crazy woman. My hair was a tangled mess, sticking out in all four corners of the world. The bags under my eyes were so dark they could double as shadows, and my pale skin made me look like I’d crawled out of a horror movie.
I sighed, grabbing my toothbrush. “This is what happens when you spend the entire night overthinking your life, Vera." I mumbled around the toothpaste foam. "Next time leave the worrying for the daytime."
I dragged myself into the shower, letting the
