A hesitation. "Your injuries were extensive. Your face was… completely destroyed. I had to reconstruct it."
Her words landed like another explosion. My breath caught in my throat.
She watched me carefully. "I used a donor."
A chill crawled up my spine. "Whose face am I wearing?"
Her piercing gaze locked onto mine. "My daughter’s."
The room spun. "Your… daughter?"
She nodded, her composed expression cracking ever so slightly. "Kristie. My only child."
Dread settled in my stomach. "What happened to her?"
Her jaw tightened. "She was murdered. By her ex-fiancé. Gabriel Carson."
My entire body stiffened.
Gabriel. A name from my past. A name I once trusted.
A name that belonged to my ex-husband.
Damn. I never imagined he could do something like this.
Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. I stared at Dr. Chelsea, struggling to process the horror of it all.
I had the face of a murdered woman.
"Why would you…?" My voice trembled, but she cut me off.
"I couldn't save Kristie," she said, her voice cold yet fragile with emotion. "But I could save you. Her face gave you another chance at life."
I swallowed hard, the weight of her actions pressing down on me.