Chapter 26
Lyra Ford had always prided herself on her composure. She could walk into a room filled with whispers and leave it silent. She could listen to arguments that should have rattled her and respond with a smile. But nothing had prepared her for what she saw at the cemetery that night.
Ella.
Her twin stood there in flesh, not in memory, not in the messages Lyra herself had crafted to unravel Bruce, but alive. Every careful plan, every detail she had woven into Bruce’s downfall, twisted sharply the moment Ella’s voice cut the air.
Lyra’s hands had stayed still at her sides, but inside, her chest tightened until breathing felt like labor. She had been the architect of the ghost. She had pulled strings and whispered doubts, keeping Bruce tethered to shadows she controlled. Yet the r
