THESSARA'S POV

Couldn't shake it. That feeling about Claire. Something is wrong. Something off.

Went back to the hospital that evening. I had to see her again.

Found her room. The door is half open. I walked in silence.

Claire stood at the bathroom mirror. Just standing there. Staring. Touching her face. Slow. Careful. Like she'd never seen it before.

"It's strange," she said. Didn't turn around. Didn't look at me. "Looking at a face that should be mine but feels like a mask."

My ...