I lied in bed awake all night, until the morning sun came up and Mary came knocking on my door to call me for breakfast. Was I really Chiara Baker? Could she really be my original self? And did Dorian really just figure out the question I had been asking myself for over a hundred years?
If I really was Chiara Baker, would that change anything? I asked myself, staring into the mirror at Clara's face. I had very limited memories of Chiara's life. Heck, I didn’t even know the names of her parents! All I knew was based from the few dreams I’d had, and most of them were short flashes of people. And if I really was Chiara Baker, how did I end up shapeshifting into dozens of other people? Did I, perhaps, get cursed when I was little? Was I an alien adopted? There were still just too many questio
