But of course, nothing happened. Mama was as good as dead in her grave and I as broken as shards of glass.
I was sure she felt the same way too– my doppelganger.
The rain continued to fall, a relentless downpour that matched the tempest within our souls. The world seemed to mourn with us, the relentless beat of the raindrops a somber requiem.
But the mourning had to end, and reality called us back to the world we had left behind. I turned to my doppelganger, my eyes searching hers for solace and answers. "We must return," I said, my voice quivering with resolve. "Anas and Mackenzie need us. We cannot let them bear the weight of this loss alone. That is if they've even found out at all—" I was still speaking when she interrupted.
With voice sharper than blade, "We cannot tell them, they will take us!" My doppelganger protested.
She must have traded all of her senses for powers, I decided as I reasoned with her.
