KEIR
Zoraya looked in the mirror and frowned at her reflection. She was wearing new shorts with the hem brushing just above her thighs, and she twisted her body to examine herself from every angle.
“They look big,” she said, sighing. “Maybe I should’ve gone a size down.” I leaned against the dresser. “They’re fine,” I said, even though my heart twisted. She had lost more weight than she realized, and for the first time, she could see it in the way her clothes hung slightly too loosely.
Her eyes clouded with worry every time she saw herself in the mirror wearing an outfit, and I had been reassuring her that she would soon regain her weight, and these looked fine. She wanted to return everything and downsize, but it had only been two days since she escaped the hell she was in. Her body w
