Chapter 65 Reflections Of The Same Flame

• The morning after their reunion, Emma awoke with a fullness in her chest she hadn’t felt in years. Not since the twins were born. Not since Lucas kissed her for the first time. This was different. Deeper. Like a forgotten song suddenly remembered—lyrics returning in whispers, then in a rush.
• Lila had stayed the night, curled up in the guest room. Emma padded softly into the hallway and paused in the doorway. Sunlight spilled across the bed where her sister lay sleeping, the same way it once touched her own face as a child. Watching Lila breathe, Emma felt the past, present, and future all fold in on themselves.
• It was real. She was real. They were real.