The night air was excellent, and the sky above the villa was clear and speckled with stars. It had been a few weeks since the observatory’s opening, and the sense of peace that had settled over Sarah was something she hadn’t felt in a long time. For the first time since she had been thrust into this world of magic and impossible choices, she thought she could finally breathe. But that peace was fragile, like the calm before a storm.
Sarah stood on the balcony, her gaze fixed on the dark horizon. She had been trying to move forward, to embrace this new beginning with the surviving twin, but something in the air tonight felt different — heavy, charged, as though the world was holding its breath. A chill ran down her spine, and she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to shake off the une
