Morning came far too quickly. At barely six in the morning, Yvienna forced herself out of bed, her body heavy with exhaustion. The cold water from the shower jolted her awake, biting at her skin as it cascaded down her back. She shivered, not sure if it was from the temperature or from the thoughts that refused to leave her alone. Sleep had abandoned her last night—Kyle's words and every small gesture replaying endlessly in her head like a broken record she couldn't shut off.
As she brushed her teeth, her reflection stared back at her—tired eyes, flushed cheeks, and nerves she tried desperately to hide. How am I supposed to face him today? she wondered, rinsing her mouth and wiping her lips quickly as if that could wash away her anxiety.
