I felt my breath start burning in my lungs as I mentally rewound the hit-the-town-for-errands preparations I’d done that morning. Light makeup. Blown out hair. Pink, cuffed short-shorts and a white cutesie top that had a little ruffle around the collar and capped sleeves. On my feet were pearlescent pink slim-strapped Havaianas. Oh God, I matched my bike. No! I matched my bike!
