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Devon rarely recognizes her sister.
Simone is a chameleon, a shapeshifter.
They meet in the city, as promised. Her transformation into the new Mrs. Kell is complete. Simone has become a statuesque pillar wrapped in slippery, silky fabrics. Row of perfect, white teeth radiating calculated warmth and generosity.
“It’s so good to see you, Devon,” she says.
Exactly as Michaela might have said it.
“You too,” Devon manages.
And they hug.
But she cannot trust in the arms around her. Simone’s grasp was broken too young, too often.
With the slightest change in the air, Devon is left standing alone.