Andrew had even covered our glass table with a white sheet.
“What’s going on?” I whispered.
He stood at the entrance, his face pale bougzoul.
I removed them.
All mirrors?
“You still shouldn’t see you.
I laughed nervously.
The doctor told me
I would be swollen. I know that.
It’s not because of the swelling.
His voice was shaking.
I approached him.
“So what happens? What are you hiding from me?
