"I see blood and bone every day, but nothing gets under my skin like Liv McIntosh. She’s the girl in the museum, explaining organs to twelve-year-olds like it’s poetry. Calm, clever, completely unfazed by the things that scare most. I’m supposed to be focused—surgery, grades, the future—but then she walks past with that quiet smile, and suddenly, nothing else feels important."
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