Chapter 60

I turn to storm off and halt in shock as she bursts into a flood of tears in front of the mirror. So unexpected and like having a bucket of icy water thrown over me to cool my heated jets. Her bitchy tone dissipates, and she is nothing but a blubbering mess, grasping for tissues to stop her makeup from pouring down her face, and I don’t know how to react. Anger bristling, temper engaged, yet that underlying guilt for her eating away at me and making me stand rooted to the spot when I should be storming out of here. I should be throwing back ‘I don’t care’ and sassily butt-swaying my way out like a Diva. That’s what younger Sophie would do.

“Look at what you did to me.” She sobs into her mound of tissues pitifully, like a broken child who has just seen her kitten get run over. “Look at what I have become.” She picks up another wad of tissues and rubs her face manically, staring at her pathetic reflection and sobbing more at the chaos staring her back in the mirror. I turn and t