She stood in the middle of the mirror, looking at herself, the woman in the mirror had a palm-sized face.
Charlotte Miller looked at herself this way, feeling incredibly strange, always recalling how she looked over a month ago. At that time, her face still carried a bit of baby fat, rounder than now. She didn't know if it was because of the pregnancy, but her whole body seemed fuller. But now it felt like all that nourishing moisture had evaporated along with that little boy with eyes like black crystals.
The cruel experience was like a sharp knife, carving her face into more distinct outlines and opening her heart.
Her fingers took a piece of cotton pad from the box on the marble washstand, gently wiping off the remaining lipstick on her lips, patiently and slowly. When she came back, she saw Atlas Hallow, sitting there like a husband waiting for his wife to return late at night.
