The way her eyeballs pinball around her sockets tells you she's anxious

She seems lost in a continuous loop

She feels like her life is the haunted house that people only want to visit once a year

Lonely and forgotten

Like that one pair of stilettos she keeps in her closet

Ask her about her day

Make her feel safe

Tell her that her demons can go play with the skeletons in your closet

Her eyes then match yours

She sees her image in your mirrors

And she realizes that she isn't alone