Juliet shook her head. “You’re all just afraid,” she said. “You’re afraid you’re going to end up like Alice.” “I’m not,” I said before I even realized it. Everyone looked at me. “I’m not going to turn out like Alice,” I repeated. “You already are like her,” Juliet said. She was staring at my hands, which were resting on the table. Actually, she was staring at my wrists, which were still bandaged. “You just don’t know it yet.”
