Sophia
Rising Doubt.
A ghost.
That’s what I saw.
Or maybe I was suddenly losing it.
For a moment, I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, my eyes only watched her. I wasn't certain, but then I couldn't bring myself to look away.
Soon she moved, joining in smoothly with the crowd.
Like she belonged here.
Like she was real.
And maybe she was.
I knew that walk.
Every piece of my childhood, every memory, every fight, and right now, I could hear her voice; I didn't think it was real.
Sara.
No.
Dead people don’t walk in malls. And yet no one had managed to find her body.
“Sophia,” Isabella’s voice brought me back. I turned to look at her. “What is the matter? I've been calling you for some time now.”
I blinked. My throat was dry. “Did you…” My own voice cracked. I swallowed. “Did you
