#Chapter 235: Uncertainty

Abby Elsie and I are sprawled out on my king-sized bed, a movie playing on the TV. But we’re barely watching. I’m trying on one of my new dresses in the mirror while Elsie is watching me, a glass of wine in her hand. For the first time in what feels like forever, I finally feel as though I can let my guard down. At least here, in the privacy of my old bedroom, no one is gossiping. At least here, I don’t have to justify myself just for being here. Or at least, that was what I thought. “Abby,” Elsie says, taking a sip of her wind with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “can I ask you something?” I raise an eyebrow, turning my attention away from the mirror. The dress I’m trying on is red and hits me mid-thigh, and it’s tight all over; Karl would have hated it when we were married. But now, I think he’ll like it. Not that I should care. “What’s on your mind, Elsie?” I ask, digging into one of my shopping bags for the black cardigan I bought earlier. I think it’ll go