I parked the car and walked in. I looked at the clock for the first time: it was only seven in the morning. Mom was at the gym as she always was on Friday mornings before her first class. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror… it was still me. Still me, without Jase. Seriously get a grip, what did you think? You will not be a weak needy girl—you’ll be strong! You will be fine! Jase will be fine. He didn’t look like he would be fine, or was that just what I wanted to see? I should call him, just to see if he was sure that … “Get a grip girl!” I said to myself in the mirror. I looked at my shirt, Forever Steel. Jase had put it on me last night. You will not be able to walk or think about anyone else until I see you again. Well he was wrong, I could walk-- that’s the first step. I laughed at myself and took the shirt off and threw it in the laundry basket and stepped into the shower. The shower is a great place to think.
