Chapter 55

• Isla's POV
• I stared at Elara, my mind spinning as I tried to accept the reality. The sister I had mourned, the one that we all believed to be dead, was standing before me, alive and unscathed. She looked radiant, her skin unblemished, her smile bright, as though she hadn’t been torn from us in the fire that night.
• Mom and Dad clung to her, their tears falling freely in relief and happiness as they buried their faces in her shoulders. Ryan stood by the wall, perplexed by happiness, as he subtly wiped his eyes.