Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
I’m running out of time.
My dresses fit differently. My body is shifting in ways I can’t hide much longer. I walk with my arms crossed, hoping no one will notice.
The world feels divided now—before and after—and I’m trapped between them.
I can’t shake the dread curling at the base of my spine. Something terrible is coming. I don’t know what to do. Worse, I don’t know who I’m going to become.
But I know this much:
I’m scared.
I’m alone.
And I need a miracle I don’t think is coming.
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