Something that had been taken from her, a beauty ruined, a body broken.

Even the kind ones, even the ones full of pity — especially the ones full of pity — had looked at that scar and seen loss.

And a person cannot help but come to see themselves through the eyes that look at them; forty years of being seen as ruined had made Edith believe she was ruined, that the fire had subtracted something from her that could never be added back.

Natalie did something no one else in four decades had thought to do.