Britney set the birthday cake down in front of Winter and watched her youngest sister blow out the candles. Four little sisters now, all adopted within the same year. Lily, Barbara, Rosie, and Winter. She'd promised to help them settle in, to protect them the way she protected everyone she loved. But Winter had been different from the start. Later, Britney found the box under Winter's hammock in the backyard. The wooden crate sat half-hidden in the snow, filled with toys meant to humiliate people. Fake spiders. Stink bombs. A whoopee cushion with her friend's name written on the tag. Winter had been supplying ammunition to the girl who'd been tormenting Britney's friend for weeks. The same girl Britney already had plans for. Winter appeared beside the hammock, her white hair catching the light. She didn't apologize. She just looked at Britney with those pale blue eyes and shrugged. That was when Britney knew. She couldn't have someone working beside her who'd choose the wrong side. Not when she held the threads of every human fate in her hands. Britney walked back inside where Lily, Barbara, and Rosie sat together on the couch. Their photo from adoption day hung on the wall behind them, all four sisters dressed for different seasons. Britney looked at the three remaining girls and made her choice. Winter was out. One of these three would take her place. And the girl who'd been cruel to her friend? Britney's plan for her fate just became a certainty instead of a possibility.