And then she smiles. It actually reaches her eyes, and you wonder just how long it took her to do it, but you don’t dare ask. You don’t ask her how many nights she spent on the bathroom floor piecing it back together. You don’t ask anything like that, because you know that if humans have anything in common, it’s that we all break somehow. You know that no one lives their whole life unscathed, and old wounds aren’t meant to be reopened. So, you just smile back.
— Maxwell Diawuoh, Excerpt From A Book I’ll Never Write #13 (236/366)