CHAPTER 57

Once Jason is bathed and sleeping, I walk into my bedroom, running a hand through my hair. The strands have grown considerably long but I don't hate it, I'm beginning to realise it's not the length or colour of my hair that makes me who I am. It's my actions, my thoughts, my feelings and my friendships with everyone around me. I walk past a mirror hung on the wall and stop, turning to face it. For once in my life, I don't despise what I see. I don't hate who I am. The corners of my lips...