by Tahereh Mafi
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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.