She wanted to tell her; every part of her ached to spill the truth, to confide in Laera about everything.

But would she believe her? Would she not look at her like she's crazy? How can she tell her she was reborn, that she died and returned in time.

Sniffling, Eloise wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

“Alisha is someone that hasn't existed,” she muttered.

“Hm?” Laera's brow wrinkled in confusion, “someone that hasn't existed?.”

Eloise forced a brittle smile, trying to wave away the growing questions in Laera's eyes.

"Forget it," she said quickly, brushing imaginary dust off her lap. "I still can’t shake off the...