My fist tightens around the chain as I steal a glimpse of the woman in the mirror ... She’s a masterpiece; the most exquisite rose given shape and life and a fluttering heartbeat. She’s the sun and the soil and light that bathes the world on a beautiful day. She’s broken, lonely, and hiding from her past. But it’s hard to keep hiding when I’m staring at the unveiled truth. The shape of my eyes ...
