• Chapter One

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    Slipping Frankenstein into my back pocket, I grab my backpack from under the seat in front of me and follow the line of comatose passengers off the plane.

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  • The stale recycled air sits heavy in my lungs, my shoulder knocking into every other seat as I struggle through the narrow aisle.

  • I follow the trail of people to baggage claim, chewing on a blackpainted fingernail.

  • An older man decked out in a suit gives me a side glance and I stick my tongue out at him.

  • Startled, his eyes go wide before his brows narrow and he turns away.

  • A chemically chipper voice announces an arrival from Houston as we march past an empty Mexican restaurant.

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    We funnel down an escalator where our luggage waits on slowly rotating conveyor belts.

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  • My bag sticks out like a sore thumb, a faded grey that used to be black with layers of silver duct tape holding it together.

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    Woman

    “Wren!”

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    Grinding my teeth, I pull my bag off the belt and look up at the woman rapidly moving toward me on stilettoed feet, her narrow figure swathed in white skinny jeans and a peach cardigan.

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    Woman

    “Wren!”

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    she shouts again, waving at me as she pushes through the growing crowd.

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    Woman

    “Don’t move, I’m coming!”

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    As if I had any other choice.

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  • She grabs my arm with a vice-like grip and pulls me into an involuntary hug.

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    Woman

    “I’m so glad you’re finally here.

  • Your dad and I have been so excited!”

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    Wren

    “He’s not my dad.”

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    Linking her arm through mine, she gives me a red smeared pout.

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