[Camilla]
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Phoebe. Standing right there in front of me, but… smaller and younger. A child’s version of the woman who was supposed to be dead and buried.
I blinked hard, squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them again. Some part of my brain was insisting this had to be a hallucination, a trick of the fading light or exhaustion, or maybe I’d hit my head during the ride without realizing it.
But when I opened my eyes, she was still there.
I wiped at my face roughly with the back of my hand, as if physically clearing my vision would make the impossible image disappear. It didn’t. The child remained exactly where she’d been, staring at me with wide, confused eyes.
What the hell was I seeing?
I dismounted slowly, my legs feeling unsteady as my boots hit
