Chapter Seventy Seven

I hold my emotions in perfectly well all through my bath. I try not to think of Edna as I run the water for my bath which is usually her job, as I choose pyjamas for the night which is usually her thing, as I ignore the silence of my quarters which would have been filled with her voice on a normal day. Even when I come back out of the bathroom and meet the clothes I had taken off still on the floor where I left them, I hold it in pretty well. It's when I sit in front of the mirror to comb through my hair for the night that I finally come undone.

I sit down on the chair, staring into the mirror. Slowly, I reach for the comb and run it's teeth through the wet strands of my hair. After the first comb, I subconsciously stare at my back, expecting to see her pop and take the comb out of my hands, stand behind me and comb through my hair gently while we talk about all the nothings. But that never happens. After I run the comb through a second time, I finally lose it. It starts out as a sob