ALICE POV
The hot water cascaded over me, its steady stream muffling the noise in my head but not quite managing to drown it out. My fingers drifted over my stomach, flat and firm, just like it always was. *Nothing has changed,* I told myself, willing the thought to stick. But even as I repeated it, the uncertainty crept in. What was I even supposed to look for? I stared down at my body, scrutinizing every curve and line like they might hold some secret answer. My chest felt the same, my skin looked the same… but did I feel the same? Or was my mind already spiraling into some romanticized version of this nightmare?
*Stop it, Alice. Get a grip.*
I lathered up, scrubbing away the remnants of last night, my skin tingling at the memory of Alex’s hands, his lips, the way he’d drawn every bre
