When did they get like this? Smaller, softer, and missing the calloused palms I expected.

…And these nails are painted with a ruby red polish, chipped and outgrown around the edges.

These hands move like they’re mine, but look like they belong on her. And yet here they are on my body, leading to a pair of matching delicate arms, sprinkled with freckles in the familiar spots I’d expect to find them…albeit without much less hair than I remember.