Then he found her, like Alice in Wonderland surrounded by a rapidly growing lake of her own tears. Kneeling beside her, he put his arms around her and said, “It’s all right now. I’m here with you.”
She leaned against him, trying desperately to talk through her tears. “Oh Wayne, it was hor—horrible,” she sobbed. “There were the mirrors, and—and I looked, and—I’m ugly, and I’m untalented, and I deserve the way he treated me. I’m not fit for anybody.”
“Is that what he told you?”
“It’s what I saw in the mirrors. It’s what I’ve always known. That’s why I became a Dreamer, to escape—”
Wayne stood up, pulling her to her feet as well. She buried her head against his chest, but he put his right hand under her chin and lifted her head until she was looking straight at him.
“Look at my eyes, Jan
