The story so far:
88: Eventually, they release me & I go home. I step over the unopened, red-stamped envelopes in the hallway, head straight for the bathroom.
89: Finally, Sass is returned to me. But now the mirror turns on me, no longer showing the good times. Slowly, it starts to show me the bad.
90: I curse it and pound on it and yell to the empty, echoing flat that this isn’t what I most need to see. But to no avail.
91: Through the mirror I see the progress of our relationship. My possessiveness and insecurities. Her charm and promiscuity.