Like he was being called.
Like he belonged there.
“No…” I whispered, shaking my head.
“This can’t be real…”
The woman slowly raised her head.
And for a second—
I saw her face.
My heart stopped.
It looked like…
Me.
Exactly like me.
Same eyes.
Same nose.
Same lips.
But her smile—
Her smile was wrong.
Too wide.
Too empty.
Michael stood in front of her.
Silent.
Still.
Like he was under a spell.
Then—
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