Isabella moves to stand in front of the window, her eyes fixed on Ava.

"You want to do this, don't you?" she asks.

Ava looks down at her hands; I know she's considering it. I can tell. A life without power would make her feel normal.

Ava sighs and looks at her, "I do, but I want Sophia to do it too," she says.

Several gasps echo around the office.

I maintain my composure, thinking it's a good idea.

"Why?" my father ...