CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
The toxin cloud had become a living thing in the narrow tunnel, thick and choking, turning every breath into agony. The vents screamed at full power as the timer hit its final seconds before sunrise.
Elena stood frozen, staring at the small medical alcove mirror behind Evelyn. Where she expected to see herself and Lila standing side by side…the twin mirrors who had shared every season, every tear, every sunrise…there were now two identical silver-haired faces staring back.
Both carried the sharp, elegant features of young Victoria. One was Evelyn, the decoy. The other… was Lila.
The father’s voice rang out from the screen with cold triumph: “The mirror was never real. Lila was never your twin. Victoria bore triplets, but the third was hidden differently.
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