She entered the guest bedroom. She locked the door. Conducted another full check of the room. She removed her towel, hanged it on the door handle. She looked at her naked body in the wardrobe mirror.
She could recognize the familiar shape of her outline, but nothing else looked like hers. She had lost her charm. Her confidence. Her smile.
The reflection in the mirror was that of a wounded creature.
That woman looked nothing like her.
Yet it was her.
She had been doubting the reality of the events of the day. Yet the bruises on her cheek, hip and arm were all proof that it did happen. She checked herself in the mirror. Letting it all sink in.