Coming to Terms With
The next morning as he slipped into the bathroom to wash his face, Reynard caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror again and he almost fell down.
"God, was that not just a horrible dream?" he groaned to his reflection. But how could it have been a dream when he had barely slept the night?
Then Reynard dressed up in cleaner clothes and whilst he put on his boots to go outside, his sister greeted him at his door.
"Hey."
"Hey," Reynard replied, and when he looked up, he was taken aback by the state of her. She had dark eye bags under her eyes as if she hadn't slept as well, her eyes were puffy and tinged red from crying all night, and there were pillow marks on her cheek. "Are you okay?"
Rosa shrugged, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe.
"Bad night. Where are you off to so early in the morning?"
Reynard grunted, tugging at the laces of his boot. "Uncle Franke's. I need to tell him about Father."