Elara
The door clicked shut behind her, and silence fell like a wet curtain over my apartment.
I stood there for a long second, staring at the space where Serenya had been. My mind tried to catch up with everything she’d just unloaded, the marriage, the estate, her mother’s threats, and the sickening twist of impersonating Celis online. I sank onto the couch slowly, clutching a pillow to my chest like it might hold me together.
Married. To Kaelith Dorne.
It sounded like the plot of a drama series I’d binge in one weekend, not real life. Not Serenya’s life.
And yet… something about it made sense in the strangest way. The way she always seemed trapped in her own skin, like she was never given the chance to breathe. The pressure of being the other daughter, the hidden one. Now shoved in
