Grant

What the hell was happening?

I held Aria against me, her body trembling in my arms, but my eyes were fixed ahead on the impossible.

Her sister.

Jaicy.

The woman I’d heard about only in fragments, in grief-soaked memories of Aria, in her whispered guilt and buried fury, especially towards my family.

The woman who supposedly died six years ago.

Was now walking—barely—toward us.

If you could even call it walking.

She was nothing like the photos I’d seen, the ones Aria had ...