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Lena was leaving The Starlight when a man—drunk, angry, his eyes the color of a dead winter sky—blocked the alley exit. He'd seen her. Or rather, he'd seen the wrong thing. A shadow of a jawline she hadn't yet softened with electrolysis, an Adam's apple she couldn't hide with a scarf.

Lena swallowed the sea. "Me. My name is Elena."

Lena collapsed against the brick wall, shaking. Marisol put a hand on her arm. "You're okay, chica. You're safe here."

"You've got the heart for it," Missy said. "You don't have to lipsync. But you need to step into the light."

"Problem?" Kai asked, his voice a low rumble.

The knowing happened in quiet moments: trying on her mother’s heels in the basement at twelve, the strange, electric rightness of it. The saying—that was a cliff she stood at the edge of every morning, staring down at the churning water.

That was the moment. Not the knowing. The saying. The saying was a whisper, cracked and raw, into Sam's shoulder as they held her.