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"Linda is alive?" Mia breathed, her mouth slack for a moment. "How?"
This was a dream. A nightmare. Maybe both.
My throat felt scorched. The words scraped their way out.
"Dylan called me. He was the one trying to reach me earlier, when we were in the car." I clarified, though it wasn’t necessary. She remembered the flood of missed calls.
Mia stepped forward, then hesitated. "What did he say?" Her voice was low, but there was a sharpness beneath it.
"Linda’s death never happened. She had... issues. It was all fake. She came back and tried to reach me, but I don’t answer numbers I don’t recognize. You know that." My voice dragged, heavy. I was doing everything I could to keep my emotions in check, even as my heart pounded like a war drum.
"So she reached Dylan instead," Mia co
