Sometimes she was even sure that she had ever really existed.
She was a stranger in her own life, a tourist in her own body.
As long as she could remember who she was, she was okay. She wouldn't go crazy. At least not today.
She had an unusual name. She knew that much. It wasn't the kind of name that you found on ceramic coffee mugs at airport gift shops or emblazoned on mini-license plate souvenirs you could hang on your...