Alexia
I ran my fingers through my now-limp curls, then gave up and threw my hair back into a ponytail. My waterproof mascara had held up, and I was impressed with myself that I hadn’t cried, though I’d wanted to, so my eyes weren’t even that puffy. No makeup could cover up this much emotional exhaustion, so it would have to be good enough. Besides, I was hoping some time with Mark would help with that... at least a little. I lit candles in the living room—more to make the place smell clean than to set any kind of mood—then paced around the kitchen tidying things while I waited.
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