Zoe's POV
"Zoe, please."
Chloe's voice cracked around my name.
For a moment, I couldn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
Couldn't think.
Then slowly—almost mechanically—I turned my head and finally faced her.
Fully.
Directly.
The sight hit me all over again.
It was unbelievable.
Not shocking.
Not surprising.
Unbelievable.
The kind of thing your mind refused to accept even when it was staring right at you.
She was there.
Standing only a few feet away.
Alive.
Breathing.
Crying.
My twin sister.
The sister I had mourned.
The sister I had buried.
The sister I had spent a really long time talking to through pages of a journal because I thought death had stolen her from me forever.
I felt rooted to the floor.
My body refused to obey me.
Every nerve felt numb while my heart battered itself against my ribs.
She looked the same.
Older.
Sadder.
But still Chloe.
The same eyes.
The same smile.
The same tiny crease between her brows whenever she was trying not to cry.
