The rain pattered against the cabin windows, streaking down the glass like fingers clawing to get inside. Amelia’s hands gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, nails digging into the worn wood as the voice echoed in her head.

_She’s not who she says she is._

It was absurd. Claire had been her best friend since college since late-night study sessions and cheap wine in dorm rooms. They’d seen ea...

I had finally found her…

After all this time, it felt like my heart was gonna leap out of my chest. She looked so different.

Her eyes are haunted, she was thinner than before, and her smile held no true meaning. She wasn’t the girl I had fallen in love with.

I feel like I am outside of my body looking down at myself. I see myself make my ways towards her, slow but steady. She looks at me solem...