She stared at herself in the mirror and thought: My eyes are too big, everyone will know I’ve seen everything, they’ll know I saw the universe itself. They will look at me and they’ll think: This poor girl, she knows too much, she can’t go back. “I can’t go back,” she whispered to herself, refreshing a curl with a twist around her finger. Okay, her wide eyes said, okay, fine. Then get ready to move forward.
