C.L Stone - Ghostbird series "Perfect." Sang stood straighter and stared blankly at the opposite wall. Her mother circled her with a rare approval in her eyes, hands fussing over white gauzy material that did absolutely nothing to hide her body. When she was 10 she would've done anything for an ounce positive attention from her. At 18 however, it turned her stomach. Options flickered in and out of existence as she raced to think of a way out of this. She could run, but where to? She could hide, but for how long? She could, she could, she could, but she couldn't. Sang pressed trembling hands into the sides of her thighs and bit her tongue inside her mouth. "Yes," she nodded, "just perfect." COMING SOON