Valeria had been right there, in my arms, looking up at me. Though I begged her to tell me the truth, she kept telling me I was mistaken, and that she wasn’t Valeria.

And now she’s gone again.

I fall to my knees as grief consumes me.

I’ve waited all these years to have her, and I finally catch her, only for her to slip through my fingers. In all our lifetimes, this has never happened. I have always found her and made her mine, no matter the cost.

How am I supposed to live without ...