Chapter 67

Cora POV

The doors to the emergency ward burst open with urgency, heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor.

I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

I felt her presence before I saw her.

But when I did look—my chest tightened.

Her.

My sister.

Perfectly dressed despite the panic, hair flawless, eyes wide with concern that looked practiced… polished… almost rehearsed. The same face that had smiled at me while stabbing me in the back. The same woman who had ...