The Face of a Queen

BEATRIX'S POINT OF VIEW

Dr. Silva gripped the edge of the white cloth covering the full-length mirror. The heavy fabric slipped through her fingers, falling to the clinical floor with a soft pooling sound. I sat perfectly still on the edge of the recovery bed, staring straight ahead.

The woman staring back at me was technically Beatrix, yet entirely alien. I raised a trembling hand toward the g