Chapter Fifteen
For a long moment, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the tattoo on the woman’s arm. The image that was so familiar, yet it belonged to a person I didn’t know. The same one I’d seen in the mirror. It wasn’t wire or ivy. It was a vine. Stifling a gasp, I raised my gaze to look into the woman’s face. She was gone.
The church evaporated, and I once again stood beside Sam in a temperature-controlled storage unit, surrounded by my dead sister-in-law’s belongings.
“Aly? Are you okay?”
I couldn’t breathe. Could barely see. I needed out of Katrina’s dress, away from all of this. “Get it off!”
Sam moved instantly, pulling the dress straps down and away from me even as I ripped the veil from my head and dropped onto the lid of the nearest box.
“What happened?”
Tears streamed do
