The final line on the first page: "Holy is not pretending to be good. Babe is not shrinking to be loved. And 342 was the number of days I wasted being afraid of my own truth. Burn the cardigans, Cassie. The world needs your real shadow."
Cassie’s blood chilled. On the screen, the little girl had turned around. Her features blurred, then reformed. Same tired eyes. Same lavender nails. The game had hacked her webcam. holybabe342
The channel was called .
She should have closed the laptop. But was a performer, and performers don't break character. The final line on the first page: "Holy