No matter how hard she tried to maintain her calm and collected persona, she knew it was all a ruse.

No matter how hard she tried to maintain her calm …

No matter how hard she tried to maintain her calm and collected persona, she knew it was all a ruse. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and hide. Hide from the world. Hide from her memories. Enter a shell and never leave. But hers would always be a broken shell, with all her cracks and holes exposed for the world to see. The veneer she had carefully painted to protect and hold herself together was peeling away.

Cristiane Serruya