Jenny's POV:
The early morning light came in through the narrow windows of the hideout, making a soft glow over the room. There was a thick blend of anxiety and excitement; today marked the end of Jenny Thorpe and the beginning of a new identity. Someone with a fresh start. Now, I can do anything.
Julie hurried around the room, so efficient at hiding the weight of what we were about to undertake. “Alright, let’s get you prepped,” she said, her voice steady despite the palpable tension. How does she do that?
“It’s showtime.”
I watched as Julie began mixing a potion that shimmered with an otherworldly light. “This is our magical anesthetic,” she explained with a light tone. “It’ll put you in a numb state and help you bear the pain and help with the healing. It’s better than the stuff yo
