Vincent
I see Eliza standing. She looks at me with a smile and slowly approaches me, hugging me tightly. My heart skips a beat when I see her, and my words get caught in my throat.
Eliza is in my arms, and I smell her perfume, the same one she's always worn. I look at Mike and Abby; they watch us with a smile, and little by little, I start to realize that she didn't die—she's here hugging me.
I feel like my head is about to explode as I try to piece things together. Why didn't they ever tell me? How long have they known? What has happened during these almost six years?
I'm about to speak when I feel Eliza collapse in my arms.
"Eliza, what's happening to you?" I gently hold her face in my hand, trying to get her to respond.
"We need to take her to the clinic," Mike hurries to the ex
