The words settled between them like heavy dust, refusing to fall, refusing to disappear.
When Lana finished explaining everything—how Zayn had shown up at her door, how the confrontation had escalated, how the truth had finally come out about the swap, about the island, about the mistake that changed everything—Lena’s face drained of all color.
She looked… hollow.
“He knows?” Lena whispered, her voice barely there. “He knows it was me?”
“Yes,” Lana said gently, though there was nothing gentle about the situation. “He knows there were two of us. He knows he took the wrong sister.”
Lena’s breath hitched, her hand flying to her mouth as if she could physically hold herself together.
“Oh God,” she murmured. “Oh God…”
Lana moved closer, instinctively reaching out when Lena’s body began t
