A LOVE LIKE OURS
“Cara, sweetheart, listen to me. Whatever you’re hearing, whatever you’re feeling—it’s not real. It’s not you.”
Cara turned her head, eyes locking onto Yvette’s. There was something unnatural about them. The irises shimmered like oil on water—dark, shifting, depthless.
“He showed me,” she whispered. “He said you’re the door. He just needs to step through you, and everything will begin again. Better this time. He said you were made for it.”
“No.” Yvette shook her head, voice trembling. “No one made me.”
“You’re not Elise’s.”
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