Until I Wrote Him
Chapter 75
India's POV
The deck beneath my feet felt suddenly smaller, the ocean wind sharper. My chest heaved, trying to keep pace with the chaos inside me. Monicara’s words still echoed: “I’m not Monica. I’m Monicara.” My mind refused to process, stumbling over the implications.
“Look, your mom… she…” Monicara started, voice gentle, coaxing, almost maternal.
“No, no, no,” I snapped, cutting her off before she could complete a single syllable. “You’re trying to mess with me!”