Unguarded

The message came at seven in the evening.

Sylvie had just stepped out of the shower. Her hair was still damp, falling over her shoulders. The bathroom mirror was fogged, hiding her reflection, and for once she was grateful for it. She did not want to look at herself. Not tonight.

Her phone buzzed on the bed.

She almost ignored it.

Almost.

Then she walked over, slow, tired, like her body was heavie