Baby Warren

I was born into a world where sentiment is a liability and precision is power. My sister Nicole needed handling—sanitariums, psychiatrists, husbands. I chose them all with the same clarity I use to choose my pearls. Dick Diver thought he was the architect of her recovery. He was merely the instrument I selected. People mistake me for cold; they fail to understand that warmth implies combustion, and combustion implies control. I am never out of control.