REUNITED

“Ophelia is dead.”

At that moment, Ophelia’s body went cold. Was it the breeze that blew through the window or was it the effect of her brother's words? She wasn’t sure. Noah stood as stunned as her. When his eyes met Luke, they were confused, as if this was their first encounter.

“Luke you–,” Ophelia paused, gathering her thoughts. “You don’t remember?”

“I…” Luke started, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar room in a dream-like gaze. “I don’t know what you are talking about, and who are you?”

He stressed his last words out, his eyes narrowed in confusion. Everything about the woman by his side was familiar. She resembled him like a twin, like his sister. The platinum hair, violet eyes, her pale skin. It all screamed to him that it was his sister, yet, it was impossible.

Ophelia was dead.

In the back of his mind, the last memory he had when he was still sane was the loss of his sister. The night of the arson was the only truth he knew. Ophelia noticed that something was off, just like