Chapter 65

After I shower and wash my face and dry my hair, I head out into my bedroom with my robe wrapped cozily around me, in search for my minuscule amount of makeup. Really, it's not used enough to be considered mine, and I'm sure all of it was taken from my mother before she could even use it herself. I find the small, blue pouch tucked on a shelf in the closet, and I bring it back to the bathroom, dumping its holdings out on the counter. There's an unopened tube of mascara, a hardly-used compact...