“Are… are you alright?” I asked, my voice hesitant as I watched the young woman.
She turned to me, her face glowing with a creepy happiness. Her earlier grief seemed to have vanished, replaced by an unsettling calm.
She looked different from when she first came in, more happy, at peace for someone who just lost her twin.
Then again, what was that…song.
“I’m more than alright,” she said, her tone bright and airy. “I feel… free. Like the pain was never there to begin with.Did I lose anyone, I don’t even know.”
My stomach twisted. “Do you remember your brother? Your loss?”
She frowned, her brow furrowing for a brief moment before her face cleared again, her grin returning. “No,” she said simply. “I’ve forgotten it all. The pain, the sadness—it’s gone. Completely gone.”
“That’s… good,” I said, though the words felt strange on my tongue.
She stepped closer, her eyes brimming with what could have been joy. “The rumors weren’t wrong. You’re the best therapist, Briar. You make peo
