Naomi’s POV
“I had a dream, and In it, there was only one of us, only one Miranda.”
Her voice was soft, like the baby she was. She looked so innocent.
But the pillow in her hand wasn’t innocent, it was more like a weapon and I was scared of what might happen next. I just prayed and hoped it wasn't what I was thinking though.
Raymond’s footsteps behind me faltered. I took one slow, careful step forward, positioning myself between her and my daughter—my Miranda—who slept unaware, unaware of the dangers surrounding her.
“Put the pillow down please,” I said quietly, firm but deep down I was scared.
The second Miranda blinked, tilting her head like a robot. “I wasn’t even going to hurt her.”
“Then what were you going to do then?”
She looked confused, like she was struggling to stay hers
