32. THE ROYAL LETTER

I was doing much better when I next woke up. As much as I hated it, I kept Brum’s t-shirt on. I sniffed it constantly and it kept me sane. I packed all his clothes away and set the cases to the side. I changed the bed sheets then decided to clean the floors.

I knew I was delaying the invertible yet I stalled as much as I could until I knew I had to face the world again. I showered and brushed my teeth a million times. I oiled my skin and even sprayed some perfume after wearing what was once a tight dress. I tied some beads around my waist to keep the dress from hanging awkwardly. Walking out of the room was like walking through a wall of fire, but I had no choice. I had to do it, I whispered to myself, jutting my chin up.

“I am strong. I can do this.” I chanted out, taking it one step at a time. The chair under that handle had kept many out but it was time to let them in. I put the chair back in it’s place then walked back to the door.

I don’t know what I thought but after two weeks