Sophia Krich-Brinton

She held up the hand, brushing it off as her heart quivered in her throat like she’d swallowed a desert wasp. It was almost perfect—all five fingers and not a scratch on any of them. She couldn’t believe it, even as she screwed it on and latched it to her wrist. It took a few seconds before activating, which was long enough to make her anxious. Her chest got tight and she flicked her eyes to the pile, already searching for a backup.