Chapter 30 Dammit

• George's POV
• Whitney's admission pushed me to my limits. She was not Wendy, but why was that the case? They resembled each other in appearance, speech, and even in their manner of walking. The primary distinction was that the woman before me was devoid of empathy and resolute, whereas Wendy had been tender-hearted and vulnerable.
• "This cannot be true!" I muttered for what felt like the thousandth time. Despite everything, I still sensed a connection between us at this very moment.