The stares followed Kimi wherever she went on campus. She ducked her head lower, quickening her pace between classes. Even though her friends kept telling her she looked amazing, years of being invisible had taught her to shrink away from attention rather than embrace it.
Her transformation might have changed her appearance, but her instincts remained the same.
The house felt hollow when she stepped through the front door that afternoon. Her parents were still at work, and the silence pressed against her ears. She wandered into the kitchen, grabbed some leftovers, and settled onto the couch with her laptop balanced on her knees.
Alvin had mentioned staying out late with his friends, so she had the entire evening to herself. She scrolled mindlessly through social media, half-watching a romantic drama on the television screen.
A notification chimed on her phone. Message request from an unknown account.
