The soft rustle of fabric is the only sound in the dim bedroom as Luca Moretti pulls the hem of a floral sundress down over his thighs. He turns toward the full-length mirror, heart hammering against his ribs as he admires the way the thin straps sit against his pale shoulders. For a moment, he feels right, the reflection showing the girl he feels like inside rather than the boy the world sees.The sudden shadow makes his blood run cold. He freezes, his hands clutching the skirt of the dress as he sees noone around. His face flushes a deep, burning crimson, and his eyes instantly well up with tears of pure panic and shame....Is..Is there anyone there?