I stared at the message.

Lina’s funeral invitation. The words glared back at me in bold font.

I couldn’t look away.

 Memories began to crash over me like waves, pulling me under. Before I even realized, hot tears were already streaming down my face.

My lips trembled.

“It’s… really…” I muttered, the words choking between sobs.

“It’s not a dream.”

Not a nightmare I could wake up from.

Lina was actually gone.

“It’s Isla,” I hissed through clenched teeth, a bitter grin ...