Adrian Andrews was a very methodical woman. Everything was planned out in her life. Her morning routine, her breakfast for each day of the week, even which turtleneck she would wear each day.
Ah, the turtleneck. The only thing in her life that held the last of her secrets. On this morning, the morning of a very dark anniversary she would sooner forget, she broke her routine. Instead of stepping from the shower and heading straight to her closet as she normally would, she stopped and viewed herself in the mirror. Or more specifically, viewed her neck in the mirror.
Her ever present scar was in full view. The scar she had given herself five years earlier. It raised unpleasant memories. Memories of Celeste. Of the grief she had felt at the time. Of the helplessness.
Adrian shook these thoughts away. That woman she was no longer existed. She was a new Adrian now. And perhaps one day she would be ready to reveal her final secret to the world. But that day was not today.
She stepped into her bedroom and through on her black turtleneck and pants before heading to the kitchen for her bowl of oatmeal and honey.