Brett's Pov
"Sara?" My voice, a gentle, cracked whisper, sounded foreign to even my ears.
It couldn't be her, she couldn't be alive, and yet there she was.
It was hard to feel that she was one hundred percent Sara, by looking at her. My mind knew it was her, and still, it was hard to see that it was her. Though she did look different, her hair was darker; it used to resemble a fallen autumn leaf, the perfect mix of brown and orange, and now it felt deeper. The colour reminds me of the fungi that grow around Baker's End. It has the same deep red, sprinkled white dots and looks incredibly tempting to take. The thing is, if you were to fall for its efforts to seduce you into taking a single bite, it would be the last thing you'd ever do.
The clothes she wore were different too. They're no
