"You're alive because of her," she continued, her gaze drilling into mine. "But survival isn’t enough."
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Gabriel is free. He walks the world unpunished while Kristie is gone."
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
"You owe her," she said, unwavering. "You owe me. I didn't save you for nothing."
My hands trembled as I raised them to my bandaged face. Beneath the gauze, I felt the contours of someone else's skin—Kristie’s skin.
"What are you asking me to do?" My voice wavered.
Her expression darkened. "You have her face now. In a way, you are her. And I need you to finish what she couldn't. I need you to make him pay."
A jolt of fear surged through me. She wasn’t asking for justice.
She was demanding revenge.
I struggled to breathe as her words sank in. I didn’t just owe my life to her daughter—I was now bound to her past, to her pain.
Dr. Chelsea glanced down at a paper she held. "Your name is Kelsey Walton," she said. "But now, you’re also Kristie. Gabriel Carson is a multimillionaire with secrets rotting beneath his empire. Together, we’ll bring him down."