Chapter 9

The woman froze dead in her tracks as her eyes met Eleanor's standing ten feet away. The air in the lobby seemed to drop twenty degrees instantly.
"Eleanor?" the woman whispered, the name slipping out like a forbidden incantation after twenty years of absolute silence.
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"Clara," Eleanor breathed, rising slowly to her feet as the full weight of reality crashed down upon them. "You're alive... after all this time, you're actually alive."
Clara pulled Lily behind her in a protective, instinctive gesture, her eyes flashing with a mix of old fear and unyielding defiance. "You thought you buried me in that fire, didn't you, sister?"