She opens the door to their apartment, making a b-line to the bathroom and just stares at herself in the mirror. she touches her face and turns her head many times before sighing and bringing fists to cover her eyes. she leans against the wall, slowly sliding down until she's sitting on the ground, eyes still covered. Finally she speaks aloud, "i'm so ugly- they were right there's nothing pretty about me."
Jack knew she’d be home soon. Dinner was on the stove, ready to be made but he’d been caught up in a “business” call for about ten minutes now, and telling the buyer he had to make food for his kid would likely just make them more ornery.
“Ten grand or the deal is off. I’m not negotiating with you any more.” He had shrimp defrosting and a jammed pistol he needed to fix. This caller he’d worked with before. Normally they were intelligent but tonight they thought trying to be cheap with a world renown mercenary was a good idea.
The door closed and he turned to see her dart away, frowning. Something was up immediately.
A begrudging agreement on the line and Jack hung up.
He can hear her as he walks over to the door, frowning as he looks at her curled up on the ground. Part of taking the young child into his care would inevitably involve many things Jack didn’t know about, given his own.... “upbringing”. So, he did his best and sat down in the doorway, frowning.
“That doesn’t sound right, kiddo,” he leaned elbows on his knees. “Whoever ‘they’ are sound blind, even I know that.”
