Flashback ( PDFDrive )

wobbled with relief when the girl staring back at her didn’t look all
that battered.
She was a little pale. A little haggard. A little scrawnier than she
had been. And her injured arm definitely showed signs that she was
still healing: fading bruises and darker blue veins, and the way it
didn’t hang as straight as her other arm. There were also a few thin
white lines along her right hand’s knuckles, and she had a feeling they
wouldn’t be going away.
“But they didn’t break me,” she said out loud as she stepped under
the colorful streams and let the hot water rinse away the grime and
tangles.
Showering had always been a way to center herself.
A way to regroup and start again.
“They didn’t break me,” she said again. “They’ll never break me.”
She wasn’t the weak, predictable girl the Neverseen thought she
was.
She was Sophie Foster.
She was the moonlark.
And starting tomorrow, she was learning to fight back.