COLEEN

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like maybe if I looked long enough, I'd find some kind of answer in the glass. My hair was curled, makeup subtle but enough to feel dressed up. I tugged at the hem of my black top for the tenth time, frowning at how it sat against my jeans.

"I look ridiculous," I muttered.

From the couch, Mark's voice floated into my room. "You look fine, Coleen. Stop stressing."

I poked my head out, glaring at him where he lounged with his ...