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I would see the boy I loved again. Everything in me knew it.

Dr. Kells repeated her question. “Do you want to be better, Mara?”

Not anymore.

Something dormant kicked to life inside me. It reached up, stood up, and held my hand.

“Yes,” my tongue lied. My answer drew a plastic smile from her painted lips.

This is what I knew: I was trapped in my body, in that bed, at that moment. But even as I looked out through the windows of my eyes, through the bars of my prison, I knew I wouldn’t be trapped forever.

They rattled my cage to see if I’d bite. When they released me, they’d see that the answer was yes.

end of volume two