Zara’s pov“Zara, your mother is dead.”For several I refused to understand what I had just heard. The words entered my ears but refused to make sense.My eyes were fixed on Ryan, waiting for him to take back what he had just said; perhaps I had misunderstood him. But he just stood there, watching me, with that calm expression on his face that had infuriated me since the day I met him. he always ruined my reality with that same cold certainty.My mother was standing right beside me, her hand tightened around mine; I could still smell the flower in her hair. I could still remember the way her hands touched my face only a few moments ago. The way she had called me sunshine every chance she got. She was here. She was real. She was my mother, and she was very much alive. So what then gave Ryan the audacity to stand in front of me and tell me that she was dead?Something inside me snapped. “You are lying.” My voice sounded quieter than I expected it to be.Ryan’s expression did not change
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