Mindy sat on the edge of her bed, breathing unevenly as she stared at the papers scattered across the floor.
She could not bring herself to touch them again.
Not yet.
Her hands felt weak, almost numb. But her eyes kept returning to the top photograph. After a long minute, she slowly stood and moved closer.
She bent down and picked it up with trembling fingers. The woman in the picture made her stomach twist.
It was her face.
Or close enough to steal sleep from anyone who saw it. The same jawline. The same full cheeks. The same curve of the shoulders.
The same soft, chubby shape she had spent years judging in mirrors. But this woman looked like a version of Mindy built from fantasy.
She wore expensive clothes that hugged her body perfectly. Her hair shined like it belonged in adver
