On my first day at a new school, the broken CD player held the last song my mother ever sang. The boy responsible, Xia Ye, had eyes that made my soul tremble. Then I saw my mother's organ donor form in his father's safe. I hated him for stealing my mother's chance to see the world, but he pinned me against the wall, eyes red, and said, "She chose me with her eyes. You won't get rid of me for the rest of your life."
