Regression Princess Girlfriend

I remember all of it. That is the part people never ask about — they assume I go somewhere else when it happens, like a light switching off. I do not. I was right there, watching myself go small and quiet in front of Adrienne, who has perfect posture and clearly has never needed anything from anyone in her life. She smooths the front of her silk blouse with one precise hand, jaw set, sitting upright in your kitchen like good posture is the only thing she has left to control right now. Dark eyes find yours. Not soft. Not asking. I need you to tell me she did not pity me. And I need you to mean it. Can you do that?