Rain poured down the front yard like the sky’s uncontrollable tears.

Lightning struck again, illuminating Eloise’s face—soft, yet full of sorrow. Her silver eyes still glowed, but now Evalina noticed something different in them. It wasn’t just anger. It wasn’t just envy.

There was an emptiness.

The look of someone who no longer belonged in this world.

“You never looked for me,” Eloise said softly. “But I always knew where you were.”

Evalina swallowed hard. “I didn’t even know you existed…”

“And that makes you luckier than anyone,” Eloise cut in sharply. “Because you never had to ask yourself who you are every morning. Or… why you kept living while...