By the time patients had made it as far as her weekend sessions on make-up and skin care, most of the painful surgery was over. Their scars were beginning to fade, and they were generally feeling a lot more cheerful about their prospects. Her classes always had a waiting list, now that word had spread about Eve Prentice’s magic touch with skin care. Nobody could understand why people under her care healed faster, or why their scars became almost invisible, and Eve pretended that it was just a mix of positive visualization and special skin cream blends. She would never be able to explain what she did anyway. She couldn’t explain it to herself. Today’s morning class had been one of the best yet: full of laughter and optimism. It should have been a great start to the weekend. Instead, Eve was bleakly certain that she’d be lucky if she survived it. Something was off about today. She’d felt it from the minute she woke up, and she was never wrong. Until today, though, her predictions had been about bad things happening to someone else.
