Chapter 172 The Debt Of Four Years

• Sheila POV
• The woman in the frozen washbasin stares back at me like a stranger.
• Four years. I trace the edge of my reflection with one finger, watching the ice fracture in thin, white lines. The hollows beneath my eyes have filled. My skin no longer looks like something stretched too tight over bone. I should be grateful for that but all I feel is a dull, persistent unease, the way you feel when you've forgotten something important and can't remember what.