"You're lucky to be alive, Mrs. Hart. Most people don't survive accidents like that."

The words floated through Elena's mind. Mrs. Hart.

She didn't flinch this time.

A week had passed since she woke up in this body. The name didn't surprise her anymore the face in the mirror didn't scare her anymore. The voice that came from her mouth didn't feel wrong anymore.

Elena Voss was dead.

Vivian Hart was alive and Elena decided to use this new life as a weapon.

She sat on the edge of the hospital bed as Sophia moved around the room, cheerful and busy.

She had brought new clothes for her: a cream...