Chapter 4
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The Girl Who Wasn’t Janelle
Mr. Madrigal exhaled, staring out the window before finally turning back to Nathan.
“You really think the girl who came back is Janelle?” he asked, his voice eerily calm.
Nathan’s breath hitched. “What are you talking about?”
The older man walked toward him, his polished shoes tapping against the marble floor. “My daughter disappeared because she had to. And the girl you think is Janelle…” He paused, a small smirk forming. “…isn’t her.”
Nathan felt the air leave his lungs. “That’s impossible. I’ve been with her. I talked to her. She remembers everything.”
Mr. Madrigal folded his arms. “Does she?”
Nathan’s mind raced. Janelle had been different since she returned—colder, detached. But she still looked like Janelle, still knew their inside jokes, their late-night conversations. How could it not be her?
“I don’t believe you,” Nathan said, shaking his head.
The older man’s smirk widened. “Then ask her yourself.”
Before Nathan could reply, the doors swung open. A familiar figure stepped in, her silhouette framed by the dim light.
Janelle.
Or at least… whoever she was now.
She tilted her head, her lips curling into a smile. “You really couldn’t let this go, could
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