Chapter 45

Elodie’s POV

The next morning, the sky was the color of cold milk. That pale, cloudy, fog that was as if the heavens were undecided.

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection for longer than I should’ve. My skin still looked ghostly under the bathroom light, but the faint warmth in my cheeks was something. A sign that I was still here and breathing like a person.

Mom insisted on dr