Chloe’s POV

Zoe reached my room quietly, but not quietly enough to escape the weight pressing on my chest even in sleep.

I felt her presence before I heard her.

A hand on my arm. Gentle. Careful. Like she was afraid I might shatter.

“Chloe,” she whispered. “Chloe, wake up. It’s urgent “

I groaned and turned my face into the pillow. My body didn’t want to return to the world. Sleep was the only place Mira wasn’t missing. The only place fear couldn’t reach me.

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