“This is a very vulnerable part of me, of who I am.”
* * *
“Is that the mirror you were talking about? The one you wished you could afford?” he asked in astonishment.
With awkwardness evident across my face, I slowly nodded. Needing to act more confident than I felt, I answered, “Yes. It’s much bigger in real life than it looks in the photo. I wish I had something near it for comparison. Isn’t it lovely?”
He squatted down, his arm still around the back of my chair. After a few long moments, he finally began to answer.
“Angels,” was all but a whisper.
I just nodded and bit my lip. We both stared at the photo for a long moment.
“Do you like it because of the angels, Julia?” he asked and finally looked at me.
I hesitated and blushed. He just stared at me with an expectant look on his
