Nobody moved.The garage seemed to empty of sound all at once, the chaos of reporters fading beneath the shock that slammed through Aria’s chest.The woman standing beneath the rain looked almost exactly like the photographs.Like Isabella.Not identical.But close enough to make reality tilt sideways.Dark hair clung to her face in wet strands. Her posture was calm despite the cameras flashing around her. And around her neck, the silver crescent moon necklace rested against pale skin like a warning.Aria felt suddenly unsteady.Beside her, Ethan went completely rigid.Daniel muttered a curse under his breath.Celeste looked horrified.Not surprised.Horrified.The woman’s gaze locked directly onto Aria.Not Ethan.Not the reporters.Aria.Then softly, almost gently, she said:“You shouldn’t go back there.”The reporters exploded instantly.“Who are you?”“Are you Isabella Hale?”“Did you survive the fire?”Security surged forward again, trying to force the crowd backward, but the dam
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