ELISA'S POV.
And that face..... I was so sure I saw the face of the figure who stabbed me. I saw their face just as the knife entered me. But why can't I remember now?
I tried to focus on my tasks, but my head wasn’t really in the kitchen anymore. Every sound, every flicker of thought dragged me back into the dream, into the painting, into the way it all refused to let go of me.
The clatter of dishes snapped me back for a moment. I was setting plates on the counter, but my hand slipped. The plates wobbled dangerously and nearly fell. My heart lurched as I caught them at the last second.
“Sorry,” I muttered, forcing a weak laugh. "Just a little clumsy this afternoon."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kara and Mona exchange a look—one of those quiet, wordless conversations only they s
