(Sarah POV)

I adjusted the camera one final time, making sure the lighting caught the blue of my surgically altered eyes. Anna's eyes. The same cornflower blue that Tony had stared into with such desperate love just hours before he discovered my little gift.

The red recording light blinked on.

"Hello, Tony." I smiled Anna's smile, the one I'd practiced in mirrors for months until it became second nature. "By now you've found the photographs. You've seen what I've become. What I've always ...