The snowflake charm felt like a cold weight in Sophie’s hand, its edges still biting into her palm. She stared at it, her thoughts whirling in an endless loop. What had just happened? A vision—or perhaps a memory? But no, that didn’t make sense. Ethan had always been kind to her, even if distant at times. He would never say those things… would he?
The sound of approaching footsteps jolted her out of her spiraling thoughts. She quickly slipped the charm back into her pocket as Anastasia entered the room, carrying a tray laden with soup, tea, and a small plate of biscuits.
“I thought you might need something warm,” Anastasia said, her voice soothing yet watchful. She set the tray down on Sophie’s bedside table, her sharp eyes scanning her younger sister’s face. “You look pale, even for
