18 | Alexa

“Show me everything.”

Now she knew why.

She whispered, “Why didn’t they tell me?” alexa 18

Alexa stared at the ceiling. Outside, the city hummed—ignorant of the fact that a girl in a faded band T-shirt now held its digital skeleton in her hands. “Show me everything

A pause. Then, in her mother’s voice: “Because you would have been afraid. And because they wanted you to live. Really live. Before you had to carry this.” alexa 18

“You can see everything. You can change almost nothing—unless you choose to. I am not power, Alexa. I am a tool. But tools choose their owners as much as owners choose tools.”