Glamour. Glamour, #1

GLAMOURZoe Vasquez has one rule: don't get noticed. Eleven foster placements across four states have made her very good at it. She knows how to watch people without them feeling watched. She knows when a placement is ending before anyone says a word. She knows what it costs to use the thing she can do - the reading of rooms, of frequencies, of the gap between what people present and what they actually are - so she stopped using it.
Filed it under hypervigilance. Kept her head down. Then a circus comes to Crater Wells, New Mexico. The performers are not what they appear to be. Neither is the pale man in the front tent who cannot die - who looks at a sixteen-year-old girl in the front row and recalibrates, slightly, like someone who has watched the same show for five centuries and has just noticed something in the audience that isn't on the program.
Castellano's Traveling Spectacular is the last real freak show in America. It is also a community. A protection. A sixty-year project run by a ringmaster who knew, before Zoe did, that the light in her hands was always hers. Zoe has spent her whole life making herself invisible. It turns out she was just waiting for somewhere worth being seen.