38
Dany
When I lie down the sky is ugly gray and full of rain clouds. I stay inside my bedroom, buried under a stack of heavy blankets. I don’t remember the food I ate or what I did. Three days later, when I come up from the dark funk I descended into, it’s still raining.
I go to the bathroom and catch my reflection in the mirror.
I stop and stare at myself. I don’t recognize me. There’s no Dany there. I touch the dark hollows under my eyes and the sharp, too-skinny jut of my cheekbones.
I’ve lost Jack. I’ve lost my friends. And I realize Matilda was right. I’d never found me.
I stare at the blank-eyed woman in the mirror. She terrifies me. Who would love her?
A ringing chime sounds from the nightstand by my bed.
It’s my phone.
I walk to the table. The caller ID says Sylvie.
I cl
