Summer’s POV
I wasn’t sure how I managed to get dressed that morning.
Everything felt automatic.
Shower.
Moisturizer.
A little concealer beneath my eyes.
Mascara.
Lip balm.
I skipped lipstick.
I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I stood in front of the mirror for a long moment before smoothing invisible wrinkles from my pale blue blouse.
Dark tailored trousers.
Low nude heels.
My hair was pulled into a sleek low ponytail.
Professional.
Put together.
Like a woman whose life wasn’t quietly unraveling behind carefully applied concealer.
“Ready?”
Lena appeared in the doorway, already holding her handbag.
I nodded.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
She studied me for a second.
“You don’t have to pretend with me.”
“I’m not pretending.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“I’m trying.”
A smal
