Kids were streaming in through the front entrance when Wren suddenly pointed excitedly.
“There she is!”
I looked up, and my breath stopped completely.
A little girl who could have been Wren’s exact reflection stood near the doors, backpack slung over one shoulder, laughing at something.
But what actually shattered me wasn’t the girl herself.
It was who was holding her hand.
It wasn’t a stranger.
It was Paige. My own sister.
“Paige,” I whispered, my voice barely working. “I never imagined this from you.”
