Chapter 26 Twenty-six

• The scissors make a crisp, final sound as they cut through the last lock of my hair. Dark strands fall around my feet like shed skin. I stare at my reflection in Amanda's bathroom mirror, at this stranger with haunted eyes and choppy, chin-length hair.
• The woman looking back at me isn't Ava Thompson anymore. She can't be. Ava Thompson is being hunted.
• "Hold still," Amanda says, her tongue poking out between her teeth as she concentrates. "I need to even this part out."