Sometimes I wondered if Tiffany ever took her time to look at her reflection in the mirror.

She was perfect, and I was beginning to see it with each day that passed.

Everything about her face was in proper structure, and she would never need surgery to get anything right.

The only thing I hated about her face was the way she was looking at me now.

She made it seem like I was doing something wrong, and I needed redemption.

My life would always need remission.

There was ...