4. I like staring at myself in the mirror. I like the way my face looks.
Why? he asks.
Because I remember what I look like.
She leans back on the couch; it’s token symbolism, but comforting nonetheless.
Is there still pain?
Yeah, of course, she snorts, nostrils flaring.
Pain is good, the man says. It means you’re alive. You’re there.
This time she snorts again without the flare.