'In the photo, I am smiling. A denim jacket hangs slightly off my shoulders, round glasses perch on my nose, a rich cup of coffee underneath rosy lips. Cracked oak bookshelves tower behind me, and an array of cakes sit in front. 'The comments tell me I'm beautiful. They say they're glad I'm so happy. These people don't even know me.' *** "You don't know me, Luke. And maybe it's better that way. Because when people find out who I am, they leave."