Remi POV
The new beds were in the back room.
I saw them through the open door. Proper frames. Good mattresses. Nothing like what we'd had growing up — the old ones with the dip in the middle that everyone rolled toward.
I stopped walking.
"When did you get new furniture?" I said.
My mother was already moving to the kitchen. "Few weeks ago."
"From who?"
She didn't answer.
"Mother."
"Sit down. I'll get food."
"Who sent the furniture?"
My sister Isolde appeared from the hallway.
She saw me and her face split open.
"REMI."
She hit me at full speed. I caught her. Barely.
"You're HERE—"
"I'm here—"
"You look AMAZING—"
"Thank you—"
"Your hair and your skin and your—" She pulled back. Looked at me. Then past me. At Manuel.
I watched it happen.
The exact moment her brain rerou
