Chapter 89

Three Weeks Later How would you pick up the broken fragments of a shattered mirror? How did you begin to end a book? For me, life has been mostly vanity, a reflection of my high self-regard and delusions, until one day I saw me for what I really was. But it was too late. The mirror was broken, and here we were on the last pages of this book. Maybe the most suitable answer to my first question was 'you shouldn't try to fix the mirror.' Instead, aim to be a better person so you'd be confident...