Ximena's POV
By the time I dragged myself through the front door, my shoulders ached from lugging shopping bags and my brain felt completely scrambled.
Glenda had turned our mall trip into some kind of endurance test, pulling me through every store like she was training for a marathon. But I had to admit, she was right about one thing - I needed the distraction.
The mountain of bags now sprawled across our living room floor like evidence of some small victory. Maybe proof that I was actually trying to move forward instead of just surviving.
Even though part of me still wanted to disappear under my covers and pretend the world didn't exist.
I collapsed onto the couch, pushing my hair back from my face with a heavy sigh.
Glenda's voice kept replaying in my head: "If they want a show, give them one - and look absolutely stunning while you do it."
