A conceited couple on the plane insisted I cover my face because my scars frightened them, but the flight attendant and captain swiftly put them in their place.
When Carla caught wind of the whispers from the passengers beside her, her heart sank. She’d already endured uncomfortable stares at the airport—clutching her boarding pass, head down, and avoiding curious looks—but this was intentional cruelty. At just twenty-seven, Carla had recently overcome a traumatic accident that left a deep, jagged scar across her face….
