The morning after the dance felt heavier than it should have. I woke up early in Elena’s room, still in her body, still replaying everything that happened under the flashing lights of the gym. The humiliation Joey and Victoria tried to throw at me. The way Elena, in my body, stood at the foot of the stage with her jaw clenched, looking at me like she wanted to shield me but trusted me enough to let me speak.

I had won last night.

We had won.

But victories have consequences.

By the time I ...