“Claire isn’t who she says she is.”
My heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down my spine. I held Lily tighter, trying to process her words. What did she mean? Was it the innocent imagination of a child, or was there something more that I had missed?
The past two years had been turbulent, filled with grief and an attempt to rebuild a semblance of normalcy. Claire had come into our lives like a ray of sunshine, filling our home with laughter that had been absent for so long.
