Lights All Faded

Chapter Thirty-Three - Becca

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

My mother used to say that makeup was the answer to everything.

But she was wrong.

There’s not a color in my palette that can make the clock turn back time, no concealer that can erase what’s been done . . . and said.

There’s no brand of foundation that will mask the sharp pain in my chest or the tears that I’m doing my best to blink away.

And there’s especially no shade of lipstick, no pop of color that can make the silence of this car bearable.