Chapter 13
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Celia finally worked up the courage to approach Michael. She walked slowly, almost cautiously, as if getting too close to him might shatter the illusion. Her eyes swept over him again and again, his suit, the coat, the watch, even the way he stood. None of it made sense.

“Michael…” She quietly called, “How is any of this possible? The cars, the suits… you… Barry, Jace… everything. This is insane. What happened?”

Michael turned to her with a warm and composed smile. “Celia,” he said gently, “How are you tonight?”

She blinked at him. “That’s not what I want to—I’m asking how all this is possible!”

He only smiled again, the same unreadable expression. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

Before Celia could respond, a soft but deliberate nudge hit her arm. She looked to her side and saw Amara standing there. She wasn't rushing in or throwing herself forward; she waited with a neutral expression. But her eyes occasionally betrayed her by lingering on Michael way longer than she wanted.

Celia swa
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