'Media friends? Waiting outside? Doesn't that mean she had brought the press to her ward?'
Cyndi's body trembled uncontrollably with a mixture of rage and fear.
The very thought alone was enough to make her chest tighten. She could not stand the smug, composed look on the girl's face, as though everything was already under her control.
And that face…
Speaking of it, the resemblance was unmistakable. It bore a striking similarity to Sonia, so much that it stirred something dark and unsettled deep within Cyndi.
She could not reconcile it. She refused to.
It felt as though every detail of Sonia had been carved into those perfect features, each line and curve acting as a cruel reminder of the nightmare she believed she had erased just a week ago.
It was suffocating.
It was as though every aspect of Sonia etched across those perfect features of the girl's face served as a reminder of the nightmare she had eradicated a week ago.
