Sofia’s hands trembled uncontrollably. Slowly, painfully slowly, she pushed the door open.
There was Isabella.
She sat on the bed, eyes closed, gently rocking back and forth.
Singing Luna’s lullaby.
Her Luna’s song.
Tears filled Sofia’s eyes, hot and unstoppable. This wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a hallucination.
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