Cynthia’s POV
I storm out of the hall, anger, confusion, and fury clashing in my chest.
Who did I just see back there? Isabel? It can’t be. Isabel’s dead.
I dart my eyes around, my breath coming in gasps. My mind must be playing tricks on me, right?
I clutch my chest, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. It feels like I’m going to suffocate under the weight of it all.
The noise from the party grows faint as I make my way toward the other side—just any side but the hall, where I can have a moment to myself.
If the person inside is Claire Montgomery, and she’s also Isabel, then… What have I done? I grit my teeth, holding my hand up to my mouth, as memories of my meeting with Claire’s representative flash across my mind.
No, this can’t be! I must be hallucinating or something. I shake my h
