Tracy’s POV
"Thank goodness, Dad. Liam just went to bed. He just got back from the Jackson family's funeral."
"Oh yeah? He must be tired. That's it, Tracy, because there are customers here so I'll hang up the phone first."
"Yes, Dad. Good luck with your work, okay?"
The call ended. I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt younger than my previous life. But why do I feel fatter? Did I eat too much? I pinched my cheeks.
"What are you doing?" Jackson asked when he had just come out of the bathroom.
"Jackson, tell me honestly, am I fatter than before?" I pointed the question at him.
"You're just sexier than before, Tracy. But that doesn't make me love you any less."
"Liar! I asked you to be honest. Am I fat?" I didn't accept his answer.
Jackson then approached me and held my cheek. "
