SHAY
Shay Zephanie narrowed her eyes. Sitting inside the crystal prison was the girl named Ava.
Marcus said that she and Ava should be well acquainted.
However, she begged to disagree. There was no way that she would ever come near that little girl who looked so much like her.
She found it so strange. Their resemblance was striking. It was if they were born out of the same womb.
If Shay didn't know better, she would have thought that she had a long lost twin sister who might have gotten lost in the hospital. At least something like that.
Something believable.
Something she can grasp.
She felt like she was blindly following Marcus.
There was no certainty that he could find the cure.
Shay Zephanie knew that her condition was incurable.
In her young mind, she understood that she was meant to die at an early age. She might not even reach her sixteenth birthday, let alone ten or eleven.
Somehow, her replica seemed not to share her illness. She seemed healthy, vibrant.
