POV: Naomi
The name stayed there, fogged into the mirror like breath on a frozen window.
Elenor. It didn’t make any f*****g sense. It didn’t belong. It didn’t click.
But my reflection, not me, not quite, was still staring back, lips moving in sync with mine even though I hadn’t spoken. Who the hell was she? Because she sure as hell wasn't me!
And in the moment that followed, the room seemed to contract. I swallowed, looking around. It felt like walls were beginning to close in on me. The air thickened like I’d just stepped into the eye of a storm that hadn’t yet begun.
“No,” I muttered, stepping backward, shaking my head vehemently.
My heart was pounding now, a frantic drum against my ribs. I could not breathe. Not at all. I wrapped my arms around my throat, gasping for air through
