Olivia's POV
My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the figure before me.
But it wasn't a man.
It was a woman. And not just any woman—she was me.
An older version of me stood on the rooftop garden, her face illuminated by the soft glow of string lights. Same eyes, same nose, same lips—but her features were sharper, more defined by age and experience. Her hair, identical to mine in color, was pulled back in a severe bun.
"Who are you?" I whispered, taking a step back.
The woman smiled sadly. "I think you already know."
My mind raced, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Was this some kind of trick? A hallucination?
"This isn't possible," I said, my voice stronger now. "Who sent you? The triplets?"
She laughed, the sound eerily similar to my own. "The triplets? No. I wasn't sent by them."
I circled her cautiously, like a predator sizing up an unexpected threat. "Then who?"
