The weight of the note in my pocket felt like a brand against my hip. A human who aspires to be what she isn't will be cut down. Every time the paper crinkled, my heart stuttered. I watched the maids moving my belongings—Mindy, Sarah, and the others—with a newfound sense of paranoia. I didn’t trust them. I didn’t trust the way they avoided my eyes, or the way their movements were too coordinated, too silent. Something in me, a primal instinct I didn’t know I possessed, screamed at me ...