Jenny’s POV:
The cabin was looking very creepy and quiet, except for the soft crackle of the fire in the corner. I could hear the sound of my own heart beating, but I tried to keep my expression as calm and as steedy as I stared at the mess of documents spread out on the wooden unstable table. Old photos, legal papers, contracts—all pieces of Jenny Thorpe’s life, scattered as spoilt remnants of a person who had never existed.
Julie stood across from me, her brow crumpled in concentration as she scribbled something onto a fresh passport. It wasn’t new watching her work, but it did feel kind of strange right now. She wasn’t the type to get rattled easily, but tonight, there was tension in the air. A tension neither of us could shake.
“This isn’t just about changing your name or appearance
