“Hi,” she breathed. I blew out a relieved breath. “Hi.” “That’s really your face?” she asked, eyes drooping, as she studied me with a vacant expression. “It’s so pretty.” “Uh, thanks?” I offered uncomfortably, still cupping her cheeks in my hands. “It’s the only one I have.” “I like it,” she whispered. “It’s a good face,” she added just before closing her eyes again, sagging forward.
