Camelia POV
I was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for my two sisters. The aroma of sizzling eggs filled the air as I scrambled them in the pan. Everything felt normal until something caught my attention from the corner of my eye—a flash of white.
Dismissing it as my imagination, I focused on the eggs, stirring them carefully. But the feeling persisted, a strange presence tickling at the edge of my awareness.
Then I heard it—a voice calling my name.
"Camelia."
It must have been one of my sisters. I turned around, ready to respond, but froze as the blood drained from my face. Standing before me was Olivia. My death friend, Olivia.
A gasp escaped my lips, and I stumbled back in shock. "Olivia... is that you?" My voice trembled, the words almost sticking in my throat.
