We have plenty to talk about.

Karina.

Stepping into my home, my search immediately took me to the closet. I rifled through the clothes quickly.

‘Nothing too flashy. Too long. Nothing too bland. Not my style anymore.’ I muttered as I pulled away clothing after clothing that didn't fit my aim.

I had to fit in perfectly, like a viper to the grass. Using clothing as a guide or even better, as a shield was one of the ways I had survived through the years.

That was why I had to be picky. Only then could I be avoided.

Not to mention that the majority of the clothes that fit me in the past didn't anymore. I had just given birth after all, and even though I had bounced back in no time, it wasn't the same.

I huffed out in displeasure, shutting my eyes to calm down.

The sooner I did this and came there, the sooner I could leave.

I finally settled in on a teal cotton dress I got half a year ago while I was going through the earlier stages. It was able to hide any signs of my pregnancy whilst being good enough to not be overly