Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

With everything out in the open, the fake Amy still wouldn't talk, and Fiona didn't bother to push her any further.

It wasn't like Fiona couldn't get to the bottom of things herself-she just needed a little more time, that's all.

Besides, she still had Esther as her ace in the hole. There was no way she'd let the secrets of the M Country Research Institute slip through her fingers.

Fiona let the moment pass and reached for a pomegranate in the real Amy's arms. She cracked it open with practiced hands, split it in two, handed one half to Amy, and kept the other for herself. She plucked out a few bright red seeds and popped them into her mouth.

The fake Amy stared at Fiona, completely lost. Her brows knit together, confusion written all over her face.

"Why aren't you questioning me anymore?" she ventured, testing the waters.

Fake Amy was always scheming, overthinking everything. And the calmer Fiona seemed, the more paranoid she became.

Fiona shrugged. "Why should I?"

"Don't you want to know what's really going on at the M Country Institute?"

to tell me,

was caught off

anything. But that doesn't mean you have

my head, maybe you should call a doctor for me," Fiona replied, her

fake Amy's face changed

Esther. Of course Esther.

you. Not unless she has a death

turned to the real

was as obedient as ever. She clutched her half of the pomegranate

lips. "People will say anything if the price is right. Your real name is Grace. You're the first-generation cyborg from the M Country Institute-the original prototype meant to replace Amy. Esther's human. You've always been jealous of her, always wanted her gone. But you're just a cyborg. Without direct orders, you can't go back to M Country, and you can't kill Esther to

Fake Amy-Grace-stood there frozen.

brought it up, maybe Grace would've never remembered any of it,

many years pretending, she'd almost forgotten she wasn't human. She'd convinced herself

ran through