#Chapter154
I turn to storm off and halt in shock as she bursts into a flood of tears in front of the mirror, so unexpected and like having a bucket of icy water thrown over me to cool my heated jets. Her bitchy tone dissipates, and she is nothing but a blubbering mess, grasping for tissues to stop her makeup pouring down her face, and I don’t know how to react. Anger bristling, temper engaged, yet that underlying guilt for her eating away at me and making me stand rooted to the spot when really, I should be storming out of here. I should be throwing back ‘I don’t care’ and sassily butt swaying my way out like a Diva. That’s what younger Sophie would do.
