Emily paced.Her steps moved from one end of the living room to the other, steady at first, then uneven, then steady again as if she kept catching herself and forcing control back into her body. One hand pressed against her shoulder where the fabric had torn, her fingers curling slightly into the skin as though grounding herself there would keep everything else from slipping further.“I know her,” she murmured under her breath, the words coming out low and continuous, like she was afraid that stopping would make the thought disappear. “I’ve seen her… I’ve seen her so many times.”She turned abruptly, pacing back the other way, her eyes unfocused, caught somewhere between the room she stood in and something else entirely.“It wasn’t a dream,” she said again, a little louder this time. “It couldn’t have been a dream.”On the couch across from her, Zane shifted forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he watched her. His gaze followed her movements closely, searching, measuring, tryin
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