"You're not a murderer. You're my sister," Brian said, gently patting Sylvia's head with a warm look. "You're Zola's precious girl."
"And if you're a murderer, then now that I'm in your body, I'm one too," he added. "We'll share the honor—and the blame—together."
Sylvia looked up, her vision blurred by tears, but she could still see Brian's steady gaze as he said, "I'll be with you, always."
She didn't reply, but instead took a spoonful of cake, letting the sweet, creamy flavor melt in her mouth. "This is the best birthday cake I've ever had," she said softly. "Thank you. It's a really special gift."
"You're welcome," Brian replied with a smile.
Back at home, they wished each other goodnight and headed to their respective rooms.
Sylvia lay in bed, thinking about Brian, and a small sm
