, transferred funds, signed the final papers for my new identity. My old life

for Geneva. I'd urged her to see Dr. Chen, a top pul

n tried to book her an appoint

s from her room, a strange, det

tchen, gasping slight

Chen's office. He has a cancellat

in her watery eyes. She set

d. "She found a wonderful specialist.

u worry your pretty little head about

ar rejection, a pref

rn of a lingering shadow of what we once we

ed. "Alrigh

say. Her choice was made.

p piece of glass added to the pile. I