DEA
I stood frozen beside the bed, my chest still heaving from the frustration that white dress stirred in me. True to Arthur’s words, it really fit me like a glove. The mirror even tricked me for a second when I saw Maria in there instead of me. That's why I immediately took it off and acted like I had a bad headache so I wouldn’t have to let Arthur see me in that dress.
It must also be a good timing when the hospital called, informing us that mom had already finished her therapy and Arthur insisted on picking her up so now I was alone in my room and my drowning thoughts as the clothes Arthur brought for me were scattered everywhere across the mattress, pale fabrics and delicate embroidery tangled together like ghosts from another life.
“What is all this mess?” Jane barged into my roo
