Kenji makes a strange noise.


    Winston looks at his watch.


    Adam can’t stop smiling.


    He and I follow Kenji and Winston out of the room, but Adam pauses to slip off my left glove. He takes my hand. Intertwines our fingers. Offers me a smile that manages to kiss my heart.


    And I look around.


    Flex my fist.


    Touch the material hugging my skin.


    I feel incredible. My bones feel rejuvenated; my skin feels vibrant, healthy. I take big lungfuls of air and savor the taste.


    Things are changing, but this time I’m not afraid. This time I know who I am. This time I’ve made the right choice and I’m fighting for the right team. I feel safe. Confident.


    Excited, even.


    Because this time?


    I’m ready.