By morning my stomach already hurt from holding in too many secrets.

Pretending was exhausting. Being trapped in another body was exhausting. Loving people who did not know the truth was exhausting. But what made everything even harder was the one thing I was not supposed to feel.

Comfort.

School was loud the second I stepped onto the campus. Shouting. Lockers slamming. Sneakers screeching across tile. Voices calling my name like I was still Elena Prescott.

I lifted my chin and walked the ...