Chapter Sixteen

I groaned as I entered my flat and saw how disorganized my bedroom was.

The bed was covered in clothes, left over from the hectic morning rush to get ready for work.

My head still reeling from the day's events, I stumbled to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth as I was too tired to handle the chaos.

I was in the restroom, splattering water on my face when I noticed my reflection in the mirror.

The last few days of worry had taken its toll and it was now showing on my face, the stress was all visible.

"Gosh, I need a hell'a rest" I muttered as I splashed another water on my face.

I was about to take another splash when attention got drawn to the scar on my forehead, which was now a reminder from the event that had altered my life.

With the pain and sadness still vivid in my memory, my palm moved to the mark and traced its contours.

My hand instinctively reached for my stomach, a recollection of my former motherly tendencies that are now only a faint memory.

"I'm so