SOPHIE GAZED AT HER nude reflection in the mirror atop the bureau dresser. Her pale face bore a healthy glow and her somewhat gaunt body had filled out as well, her ribs no longer showing and the bruising from her fall only a pale yellow shadow on her skin. Her hair brushed her shoulders now, long enough for her to pin up on occasion. Her brown eyes recouped their pre-trauma sparkle and her lips shone dewy and plump.
Another reflection moved into range behind her, one hand reaching out to caress her shoulder. “Will you be ready for dinner soon?” Valeri asked, the soft wool of his suit jacket brushing the skin of her back as he snuggled in close. He tilted his head to nuzzle her neck. Sophie’s hands went to her throat, appraising the reddish welts in various stages of healing.
“Yes,” she
