Hailee's POV
"Hailee, you have a visitor," Mother's voice called from the doorway.
I looked up from the book I was pretending to read and frowned slightly. "A visitor?"
"Yes," she said, smiling knowingly. "Someone you would love to see."
Before I could ask what she meant, a familiar figure stepped into the room, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
"Hailee!"
The sound of her voice pulled me back in time. The curls, the bright eyes, that same energetic smile—it was Cira. My childhood friend.
"Cira," I whispered in disbelief, rising to my feet.
She rushed forward and threw her arms around me before I could say another word. "Oh, my Goddess! You look exactly the same! Well, not exactly, you're more beautiful now!" she said with a laugh, pulling back to look at me properly.
I laughed too, still dazed. "Cira… it's been forever. Fifteen years?"
