The rain was endless.

  It soaked through my coat, clung to my hair, and blurred the city lights into trembling lines of color.

  Cars rushed past, their headlights cutting through the grey curtain of water. Someone shouted my name. I turned around.

  That was when the truck appeared.

  A blinding flash.

  A deafening sound.

  And then— nothing.

  When I opened my eyes again, the rain was gone.

  Warm sunlight filtered through pale curtains. The smell of fresh laundry filled the room. Somewhere nearby, a kettle was boiling.

  I tried to move.

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  My body felt strange. Too light. Too small.

  I raised my hands in front of my face.

  They were not mine.

  Slender fingers. Smooth skin. No scars.

  My heart began to race.

  I rushed to the mirror on the wall and froze.

  A girl stared back at me.

  Short chestnut hair. Soft brown eyes. A face I had never seen before.

  “...Who am I?”

  The girl in the mirror opened her mouth.

  At that moment, the door slid open.

  “Nia, you’ll be late for school!”

  A woman’s voice called from the hallway.

  School?

  I turned toward the sound.

  And that was when I realized—

  My second life had already begun.