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Friday, and we’re going to have a lot of fun. I promise. Once you’re over this stupid fear of showing people a few little facial scars, then you’re going to be yourself again. I just know it.”
                  Emily was too optimistic. Too glass half-full type of person. She thought any problem could be rectified easily with a little persistence. Which made this whole situation difficult, because I knew my life would never be the same again. It wasn’t just the scars – and they were far from little as she just stated – it was to do with who I was. I knew myself before the attack. I’d had an identity. And while I wasn’t very proud of that identity, it was all I knew.
                  Now I was just lost. So scatter-brained with life, I sought refuge by escaping in everything. From studying, to sketching, to reading those smutty books she laughed at me for. It kept my mind off life. And the truth was, I wasn’t ready to confront the world just yet. But then again, when would I ever be?
                  Maybe I needed to be pushed out of my comfort zone. Maybe to stop being afraid, I had to confront my fear.

Chapter Three
    Haven’t Forgotten You
    The house was a tomb. It was so freaking cold, it was warmer outside than inside.
                  After another round of puking in the morning, I washed myself and sat down in a lawn chair in the backyard. Directly under the sun and feeling its heat, I did a bit of sketching before turning my Kindle on for a light read. It wasn’t long before last night’s lack of sleep caught up to me. I fell into a light doze, until the sound of the front door slamming shut jolted me awake.
                  “Claire,” Mum called. “Where are you?”
                  “Backyard!”
                  She opened the sliding door to the yard and stepped out. She looked exhausted after a night shift in her nurse’s uniform and her chestnut hair in a messy ponytail. Her face looked a little rundown, the bags under her eyes dimming the green of her irises. She stopped in front of me with a few bags of groceries in her hands and said, “What are you doing today?”
                  I shrugged. “Homework. You?”
                  “Was a really long shift,” she said with a yawn. “We’re short-staffed too. Awful. Might sleep most of the afternoon away. Was thinking we could go to the shops and do something. Thursday is late night, so everything’s still open. A bit of perusing might be fun, right?”
                  “Perusing for what?”
                  “I don’t know. Cold weather will pass soon. Do you need any clothes?”
                  “No.”
                  “Well, you can’t wear sweaters through summer and you’ve slimmed down a lot. You’ll need some things, right?”
                  “I guess.” I really didn’t care.
                  She sighed and pulled up a chair. She sat next to me and looked out into the well-manicured yard. It was all my doing. I liked keeping the grass short and the plants watered. It gave me a good enough excuse to be house-bound.
                  “Did you hear about John Macht?” Mom then asked.
                  John Macht was some rich businessman in Perth who had been accused of murdering his wife three years ago. The trial had come to a close, and Mom had been reading into it every step of the way.
                  “No,” I answered. “Guilty?”
                  “Not guilty.”
                  “Are you serious?”
                  She nodded severely. “Can you believe that? It won’t be long before someone shoots him in the face. I bet you any money. There’s no way he didn’t kill her, and there’s no way someone out there isn’t plotting their revenge to kill the