Danielle’s bedroom was partially illuminated, the way that she liked it. She sauntered to the full length mirror in the corner of the room.
A neutral expression formed on her lips as she stared at the unconcealed image reflecting back at her, an image she usually cherished and admired but “not tonight,” she whispered to herself,
slowly drifting into a daydream her only thought why me? She stared more intensely as tears fell, uninterrupted, her thoughts deepened. Am I really damaged? Is there mess surrounding me?
“Carter, you okay?” Jack shouted, waiting a beat for a response. He got up and went through to the bedroom.
“Sorry, didn’t realize,” he said sheepishly, turning away although Danielle was oblivious to his presence and interruption.
Jack gently tapped her on the shoulder, causing Danielle to blink and shake her head, realizing that Jack was still with her. “You’re still here,” she whispered, relief evident.
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