Lorenzo POV

“Alice?” My chest felt tight as the word left my mouth. What’s happening? Why is she… here?

“Are you…?” The words cut off as I stared at her in shock. She moved closer, slow, deliberate.

Something ran through my chest. Was it fear? Relief? I couldn’t tell. She wasn’t supposed to be alive. Weren’t we all told she was dead? Why is she standing here now?

“Lorenzo,” she called, her voice soft, making me look directly at her. “I’m sorry I vanished all this ...