Selene didn’t breathe.
She couldn’t.
The second she saw what was in front of her, everything inside her just… locked.
Air felt thick and useless. Her lungs stopped trying.
She stood at the edge of the opening, heart hammering like it didn’t belong to her anymore.
Her boots sank slightly into the wet ground, but she didn’t even notice.
She didn’t blink. Didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
Because the moment felt unreal, and her body hadn’t caught up to it yet. Not when the world in front of her was splitting in two.
Two women.
Both with her face.
Her body.
Her stance.
Her voice.
But only one held her daughter.
And the other..,
The other had a gun pointed straight at her heart.
Under the unnatural silence of moonlight, the three of them stood in a twisted likeness. A portrait twisted by
