A long time ago, she glanced into mirrors and behind paintings, she stared into wells and wandered through libraries, she sneaked into forgotten old shops and peeked into cupboards, looking for a sign, for something, only getting back the pain of false hopes. And so she hid it - first from them, then from herself; eventually she willed the lie to become truth, because she had to be an example and they all had to live, not just dream of something long passed.
She's never forgotten - but she has learned how to recognize when she isn't wanted.