What started as a soft whisper grew louder and louder until they were both faced with the answer.
“You’re not my Evelyn.”
“You’re not Clara.”
They said this at the same time, but neither were done just yet.
“No… an earlier version of Evelyn.”
“Something that never was…”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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