“I smile at myself in the mirror – I look different. Prettier. Maybe Nameless was wrong. Maybe I am pretty. The door to my room opens just then, and I’m frozen in the headlights that are Mom’s eyes. She looks me up and down, and immediately shakes her head. “Oh, honey, that doesn’t suit you at all.” The air punches out of me again, but this time in a deeper way. A more final way.”