I’d never felt comfortable in my own body, in the brain Tommy said was broken, Fairville said was evil and my father said was cursed. The vessel keeping me tethered to this earth was just that—a hollow, timid thing that could never be shared, or the Woman in White would keep it forever. A farmer with dirty hands and wind-burnt cheeks, not a thing of beauty. Perhaps it made me vain, but I liked this hidden side of me.
