Evie’s Downfall

Evie stood in front of the mirror: head bowed, eyes closed, lips pursed, stony-faced. Cursing herself for what she’d done, with him, in the heat of the afternoon. Her pale freckled skin was sunburnt tell-tale blush pink, her lipstick kissed off by his hungry mouth, on the hottest day of the year. She folded her arms over her chest, afraid to look at herself in the mirror, fearing his memory, then raised her arms above her head.

No sign of an unusual rash, no prominent veins.

Evie fight breast cancer

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