HANNAH
"Same thing as you," I said and let out a dry chuckle. "I came here to escape from the world but... it didn't really help. The kind of problems I have aren't the type I can run away from."
Mia's brows furrowed. She watched me walk over to the other mirror to stare at my reflection. My eyes were a little red, but thankfully not puffy or swollen.
"Hannah, are you okay?" she asked.
Yes lingered on the tip of my tongue but I found I didn't have the energy to tell even a simple lie.
I shook my head.
"I'm not okay," I confessed. "It feels like my life is spinning out of control these days. I don't know what's going to happen to me next and that scares me more than anything."
"I understand," she murmured. "I used to feel the same way."
Surprising, almost shocking.
I never would h
