Unmasking Echo

Declan looked at Leona sitting calmly on the sofa—the cold coffee cup already set aside, hands folded in her lap, back straight as though no serious conversation had just taken place.

"You are Echo."

Declan did not say it as a question. He said it as a confirmation—his voice flat, but with something beneath it that was waiting to be contradicted.

Leona did not answer.

She only looked at a point in