Liam
“Hello, brother.”
The puppet said and took off its mask.
And there she was.
In flesh. Blood.
Elena.
It really was her.
I took her in.
She’d changed.
She looked grown. Colder. Nothing like my little sis.
Her hair was no longer the golden brown I remembered always playing with. It was a sharp, fiery red cut in fluffy lengths that stopped at her neck. Her brows had been shaved off, leaving only faint, shadowed lines above her eyes, and she had multiple piercings on her brows, ears, nose, and even her lips.
She looked pale, her skin white like a porcelain doll’s.
I barely noticed the cafe’s barista bringing two steaming coffee cups and setting them on the table until she—Elena—slid one to me.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Even her voice sounded different. “Drin
