Back in Megan’s bedroom, I stared at the empty space in the mirror where I knew my body was, knowing I had to peel it off eventually. I didn’t want to. I liked having it on. It protected me. What if I never took it off? The apparatus was still wedged in Megan’s car, splinters ripping up the lowered backseats. Luckily, we’d escaped campus without any more close calls. I still hadn’t fully shaken off the encounter with Ashley’s look-alike, even though I knew it had to be someone else. It was a reminder. And all reminders hurt. “Hey, check this out!” Megan barged into the bathroom. At least, her clothes did. Though still invisible, she now wore sweats and a T-shirt, which clung eerily to a torso that wasn’t there. The empty shirt preened in front of the mirror. “I think I’m going to be this for Halloween.”
