If I Were You

Chapter 29 Flynn

Need water.

Need water.

Ow, doorframe. Who put it there?

Water.

Need light. Not our bathroom. Hotel.

As the bathroom floods into bright light, I step slowly towards the large mirror opposite and notice a number of things. There are spotlights around its edge, bouncing off the grey marble surfaces. There is a row of miniature bottles and some soap wrapped up in fancy paper. There is a figure looking back at me. Dishevelled, dry-mouthed, clothes askew. I grip the edge of the sink and lean forward, resting my head against the glass.

I’m still Amy, then.

I close my eyes.