SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.

My lips pulled in a frown as I stared at the text.

I look like her?

Who could that be?

What does that even mean?

I shrugged my shoulders before dropping my phone back on the bedside table, wrapped the blankets, and drifted off to sleep.

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All of a sudden, I was standing in a hallway I couldn’t recognise. The place was quiet, almost eerie, as the hairs on my neck stood, and goosebumps appeared on my forearms. My body ...