— Ethan’s POVWe buried a ghost this morning.Her box lay quiet beneath the birch tree, and yet it felt like her breath still clung to the air—as if the wind hadn’t accepted the weight of her being erased.Sophia didn’t say much.Neither did I.We dug in silence, filled the hole, and stood there longer than necessary. I kept my hand on hers the entire time. Not because she needed it. But because I did.I kept thinking about what Elara said—about someone dying. I replayed her whisper. Not because I questioned our choice, but because I hated how easily she accepted it. Like she knew the script better than we did.Like we were the ones walking blind."She said Maurice will come," Sophia said now, her voice low as we returned inside.I nodded. "And Wolfe."Her face tightened.The name meant nothing to her yet, but it would.We didn’t speak again until we reached the hallway. Her hand lingered near her stomach. Protective. Silent. That shield a mother wears when she knows danger is circli
— Sophia’s POVThe first thing I noticed was her silence.Elara didn’t flinch. No tears. No startled blink. Just that unnerving stillness—wide, dark eyes that looked like they belonged on a child but felt decades old.I noticed the way she stood by the doorway, it was too obvious that she hadn’t wandered in by accident.“You…” My voice nearly broke. I placed one hand over my stomach, pulling in a shaky breath. A lifeline.Ethan’s footsteps came, barely making a sound behind me. I felt his calm tension—like steel wound tight. His voice was soft but cutting through the hush.“Elara.”She turned her head. For a moment, she blinked—human. Then the smile slid across her face.It wasn’t joy.It wasn’t sweetness.It was… wrong.She stepped forward, bare feet against marble, like she’d rehearsed for this moment.“I was supposed to stay asleep,” she said, voice quiet—like she’d practiced in a silent room.My chest stung. “What… Do you mean?”“She called me.” She looked at Ethan. “The mirror di
—Ethan's POV3:14 a.m.The system beeped once—soft, almost apologetic—before lighting up the security dashboard with red.An anomaly.I was already awake.Sleep had become something I watched happen to other people.I sat on the edge of the bed, a blue glow slicing through the dark. I clicked into the footage, heart already a clenched fist.Camera 02. South hallway. Still.Camera 07. West wing. Empty.Camera 11—my study.Movement.I froze.The door hadn’t opened. Its lock never disengaged. Yet something—someone—moved inside.Barefoot. Pale feet brushing marble. A white nightdress sweeping her knees. Dark hair spilling down her back.Elara.She appeared inside my private sanctuary.Lights flickered—then came on without a switch. My biometric desk panel glowed, as if she’d accessed it by command.My blood iced.Rewind. Slow the clip down.One frame: empty study. Next frame: her.I threw on a shirt, my hand hovering over the gun drawer. I didn’t take it. I didn’t know why.The mansion co
—Sophia’s POVThe car kept moving, but my heart felt frozen.The woman vanished from where she stood. No trace. No sound. Only the wind that seemed to whisper, I remember you.Elara in my arms, asleep. Her curly head pressed against my chest, her body warm but limp from exhaustion. There was no fear on her face. Just a strange, heavy quiet, like something in her had dimmed.Ethan gripped the steering firmly, His voice was low, the kind of low that vibrated more in your chest than your ears.“She shouldn’t have done that.”Andre twisted from the front passenger seat, glancing between us with a tight expression.“Phase through metal? Haunt a child’s dreams? Or just show up like a ghost in the flesh?”Ethan kept quiet, he didn't need to say a word. I could see how hard he tried to bury his emotions through his clenched jaw. As we went deeper, everything felt more serious, the loud hum of the vehicle did no justice. He pressed down on the gas.Above us, the clouds gathered like silent
—Sophia's POVThe voice shouldn’t have reached me. Not from outside. Not in that tone.Not in my tone.I stood frozen, half in the dark, half in the flickering light of the monitor. That lullaby—God, I hadn’t heard it since I was five. Maybe younger. I didn’t even know I still remembered it until my bones vibrated with the words I didn’t sing.But she did.I moved. Instinct or fear or both. I slammed the study door shut and locked it. The old key clicked too loud. My heart thundered louder.Outside, silence. Not peace. Just silence that screamed.I turned back to the monitor.ARIA.I didn’t click it. I didn’t need to. I already knew.She was talking to me.Somehow, she was watching. Listening. And she knew exactly when to reach for me—right when the part of me that still doubted her existence began to settle.I backed away.The door clicked behind me.No footsteps. Just the soft click.I spun around.Ethan.His eyes landed on my face, then the screen behind me. He moved fast, no word
—Sophia's POVThe room had gone silent.The screen was still black. Blank. I couldn't get my mind off the last word as it echoed in my head like a bell that wouldn't stop ringing.Sister."This seems impossible," I said again, and I realized the words didn't even come out from my mouth.Ethan's gaze was not on me. He just stood there, his fists clenched, jaw flexing as if his bones could crack open the truth."It is," he said after a beat. His voice was low. Controlled. But beneath it, I could hear it—that ripple of disbelief. Of fury.My legs didn’t feel like they were mine as I crossed to the small portable screen and sat in front of it, elbows on knees, hands trembling like a child’s.The screen blinked once.Then again."What if she's not just watching us?" I murmured. "What if she knows where we are?"Ethan moved.Fast.He slammed the laptop shut and snatched the drive from the port. The movement startled Elara from sleep on the couch. She sat up, blinking fast, curls sticking to