Christopher
Everything is moving in slow motion.
My mind feels like it’s swimming through molasses, stuck on Elizabeth’s words.
How did she know about Sarah? How could she possibly know?
It’s been years. I buried that part of my life so deep I thought it would never resurface. I made sure of it. And yet, somehow, she knows.
I stare blankly at the wall, the voices of Elizabeth and Celeste fading into the background.
What brought this back?
Why is she suddenly so defiant, so bold?
The Elizabeth I know—knew—was meek, a shadow of herself, broken under my control.
But this Elizabeth, screaming accusations and wielding truths like weapons, is someone else entirely.
I don’t hear the crash right away.
It’s the sharp intake of Celeste’s gasp that jolts me back.
My head snaps up, and the
