#NaNoWriMo2018 Day 8: Enough

She was seized by the lung-squeezing, heart-exploding dread that all the things they said made her enough — brains, charm, humor, ambition, fiscal responsibility — were inedible fondant frosting on an otherwise dry and tasteless cake.

This wasn’t a fear of not being enough for the task at hand, but of being simply the wrong person for it. And no supplementing or sacrificing on her part would change that.

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