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Chapter 89

Author: Meranda
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-23 22:32:17

Caleen's pov

She stood rooted before the mirror, watching her own reflection. Her eyes were distant and unfocused like they were lost somewhere far, just standing there and staring blankly into space.

“Helen,” I called softly, but my voice slid off her like water on stone. She did not even move and stood there lost. She definitely didn't hear me call out to her.

I clicked my tongue and stepped closer, my footsteps deliberate against the stone floor. “Helen,” I repeated, increasing my tone this time, though still she did not answer.

Reaching her, I lifted a hand and tapped her shoulder. She startled just as I expected and blinked rapidly, snapping back to the present as though waking from a dream.

“It’s me,” I said smoothly, leaning down just enough to meet her eyes in the mirror. “Caelen.”

Her lips parted, but no words came. She only nodded, hesitant, uncertain, like a child caught wandering where she should not.

I allowed myself a small smile. She was a soft one and easily bent,
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