I woke with a gasp, heart racing, sheets tangled around my legs. The dream had felt so real, the rain on my skin, the sound of the railing breaking, Rose's scream as she fell. But what disturbed me most wasn't the dream itself.
It was how I felt about it.
I hadn't wanted to save my sister. I had wanted to watch her drown.
The realization sent me stumbling to the bathroom, where I splashed cold water on my face, my new face, before looking up at my reflection in the mirror. In the harsh bathroom light, with water dripping from my chin, I barely recognized myself anymore.
Not just because of the surgical changes, the swelling, the bruises fading to yellow. Something in my eyes had changed too. Something harder, colder. Something that had watched Rose drown in my dream and felt nothing bu
