Isabella′s POV:
Hee-Young and I sat there staring at two pairs of disapproving eyes. “Who’s first?” Eomma demand, breaking the harsh tension.
Hee-Young and I glanced at one another then lift a finger. “Her,” we said at the same time.
Appa grunt lightly, “Head or tail?”
“Head!” Hee-Young shout, raising her arm.
“Wait... What’s going on?” I ask.
Appa grabs a coin from the money jar and flips it in the air. It lands on his palm, and he flips it over. “Tail...Isabella, you go first.”
Silently, Hee-Young pumps a fist in the air. “Yes!” she whisper, folding her hands on her lap and straighten her back.
I inhaled a deep breath, feeling everyone harsh gazed at me, waiting for me to speak. “My real name is Isabella, but I am known as Subject 35 from a facility established to imprison a
