**Adrian POV**
I couldn't sleep that night and I lay in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about the name my father had given me, thinking about the baby who'd lived for three years in a coma before dying, thinking about how my entire existence had been built on replacing someone who was already gone.
Elena was next to me and I could tell she wasn't sleeping either because her breathing wasn't even and she kept shifting slightly like she was trying to get comfortable but couldn't.
"I don't know who I am," I said into the darkness.
She turned toward me. "What do you mean?"
"I mean my father named me after a dead baby, after Grace's son, and I spent my whole life trying to be what he wanted me to be without knowing I was supposed to be someone else entirely." I rolled onto my side to f
