Chapter 8

SOPHIE WESLEY

My hand went to my face. My cheeks were soaked in tears.

I wiped my eyes quickly with the back of my palm and let out a small nervous laugh. "Sorry. The painting just... it's so beautiful it made me shed tears..."

I glanced back at it once more before turning to him with a composed smile.

Except that wasn't exactly the truth.

The painting felt like a reflection of me. The years of being reshaped into someone else's image, of turning away from myself so much that I stopped being able to find where Ivy ended and I began.

The woman behind the glass... The...