Sandy's POV
My body turned to ice, every muscle locked in place as I stared at the reflection of my own features in another person's face. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, reality blurring at the edges as I tried to process what stood before me.
Three days had passed since my carefully constructed world began to crumble. Three days since I learned that every truth I'd clung to was nothing more than an elaborate deception. I'd fought against accepting it, desperately clinging to denial. But now, faced with living proof, that denial felt like sand slipping through my fingers.
Grey Elaine entered the room with the quiet confidence of a man accustomed to command. The soft click of the closing door echoed like a gunshot in the silence.
