Chapter 122

MILLA

I stood in the living room alone, listening to the murmur of Victor and Clara’s voices drifting in from the hallway. She’d quickly introduced herself before running after her brother. The silence around me felt thick and almost accusatory, and all I could do was stare at the pictures lining the mantel.

Every frame was a punch to the ribs.

A woman who looked like me— exactly like me, except a