Tisaanah looked so normal when she slept. Well, maybe not normal, exactly—nothing about her was average, after all. But when I went back below deck and peered through the open gap in her curtain to see her face smooshed against the pillow, I let out an involuntary breath. No one would ever guess what was going on in that head. The beautiful machinations or the monster that consumed them.
shes a cutie
