As a plastic surgeon, he saw people’s inner agony. Beautiful women, flawless of body, who thought a new nose or a better bust would give them everything they longed for. But it wouldn’t. The desire for a new nose or a better bust masked an internal sense that they were worthless or unloved. Never beautiful enough. Never good enough. Maybe a new body part would make them worth more, acceptable. But it wouldn’t. He could see what it was inside they truly longed for. It was the same thing he longed for. Someone to love them. Just as they were.