The gallery link came on a Wednesday evening.

Sage was on her couch with Gerald — wrong story, no cat — she was on her couch with a bowl of pasta she had made without thinking about it, halfway through something on television she wasn't watching, when her phone lit up.

Your gallery is ready. — Theo

She put the pasta down.

She opened the link.

The photos loaded one by one and she sat there in the quiet of her apartment and looked at herself. Really looked. Not the way she usually looked at photos of herself — that immediate bracing, that scan for everything wrong. Just looked.

The...