Zoe's POV
I believed her.
And somehow that made everything worse.
Because now every tear sliding down Chloe's face was real.
Every tremble in her voice.
Every crack.
Every scar I couldn't see.
They were real.
The room felt smaller suddenly.
Like the walls were closing around us.
Neither of us spoke for several moments.
Chloe sat opposite me, wiping endlessly at tears that refused to stop falling.
I stared at her.
Really stared.
Through the blurry streaks of my eyelashes
There were times I had imagined this moment.
Wondered what I would say if somehow she came back.
I had written everything I wanted to tell her in my journal exactly how I would have told her.
If fate gave me one impossible chance to see her again.
But nothing about this felt the way I imagined.
Nothing.
I wasn't just looking at my sister.
I was looking at a stranger carrying my sister's face.
Someone who had lived an entire life without me. A life i knew nothing about.
