Emma continued chatting as she helped Jean dry her hair and get dressed, but Jean heard none of it. Her mind wasn't blank… it was burning.
Not with panic or nerves, but with something wordless and determined. Something that kept her hands steady, even as the world around her blurred.
"Logan and Henry already hit the road," Emma said, checking her phone. "Apparently, there's something they need to go over with the lawyer before the registration."
Jean nodded absently and walked to the mirror. She stared at her reflection for a long moment.
The woman staring back at her looked composed. The dress hugged her figure perfectly, her hair was done just right, and her face held no trace of the chaos she'd lived through.
She should feel pretty. She should feel something.
But all she could manage was a whisper: "Let's go. I'm ready."
Emma didn't question it. She just picked up her purse and opened the door.
