Alexander’s POV
My hand still tingles from holding Cynthia back, but my mind is elsewhere—on her. Claire, or whoever the hell she’s claiming to be.
It doesn’t make sense. Right? The face, the voice, everything is the same as Isabel’s, but she keeps claiming to be another person. How is it possible that someone can look so much alike?
What if she really is Claire and not Isabel? What if I’ve been wrong this entire time? My chest tightens with the thought, the weight of doubt clawing at my sanity.
Just then, Cynthia jerks her arm away, bending forward to say something to Isabel—something sharp enough to light a fuse.
I stand frozen, and watch as Claire leaves, giving no attention to me. Why the f**k is she being rude?! I clench my jaw, anger bubbling beneath the surface.
Cynthia’s p
