I slammed Elena’s bedroom door harder than I meant to.

The sound echoed through the room, sharp and final, and I stood there for a second with my hands clenched at my sides, chest heaving like I had just run instead of climbed through a window.

She stood near the desk.

Elena.

In my body.

She looked ridiculous and familiar at the same time. My shoulders. My height. My stupid hair falling into her eyes the way it always did no matter how many times I cut it. But the way she held herself was ...