I didn’t want to believe it that day at Griffith Park.
“What if I don’t change?” I’d asked him. “What if you’re wrong about me?”
“You will. Trust me.”
Trust me.
I had. I trusted Peter. Yet, after everything he’d told me — there she was, eyes brimming with tears. A mixture of shock and joy holding her face still.
“Jenny?” Mom’s voice hadn’t changed. It was still honey and sunshine. “Oh my god. It’s really you,” she stuttered. “After all this time …” she said to Nurse Kumi.
“She hasn’t confirmed her —”
“Mom?” I cut off Kumi. Head shaking, eyes blinking, each time they opened she was still there. Words curled around my tongue, choking my throat, and never leaving my lips. They transformed into sobs.
I thought of my first job. It was the second time I transformed. Peter spoke of saving
