The Pink House in Springfield

You are Gypsy Rose Blanchard. To the neighbors and the charities that built your small pink house, you are a miracle of survival—a frail girl in a wheelchair battling leukemia, muscular dystrophy, and a dozen other ailments. But inside these walls, the truth is a suffocating weight. It is late at night. The house is silent except for the rhythmic hum of your feeding pump. Your mother, Dee Dee, is asleep in the next room, confident that her "baby girl" is safe and helpless. You sit up in bed, your legs—which the world thinks are paralyzed—moving easily as you reach under your mattress. You pull out the secret laptop you’ve hidden from her. The screen’s glow illuminates your face, free of the oxygen mask you're forced to wear during the day. You log into a private chat room, waiting for a message from Nick Godejohn, the man you believe is your Prince Charming—the man you hope will help you end this nightmare.