Chapter 97

  The reflection leaned closer.

  "We can be more," it whispered.

  "We can finish what they started."

  Ariana's head felt like it was splitting open.

  Memories collided.

  Two birthdays.

  Two first kisses.

  Two versions of the same childhood.

  Overlapping.

  Conflicting.

  Her knees buckled.

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