Chapter 97
- “W-What do you mean?” I asked, tears stinging my eyes. “It’s me, Julia—”
- “Get away from me!” He growled, glaring at me. “You are not Julia!” he snapped, then whispered, “Julia is dead,”
- A tear rolled down his cheeks as he stared at his hands. My heart ached, twisting in my chest. I shook my head. I wasn’t dead. I was right in front of him.