#Chapter 63: Sarah’s Return

Elara The sound of all the shocked murmurs and the sight of the stunned faces quickly faded behind the heavy door as it closed behind us, leaving just the three of us in the quiet, private room. I sank down nervously onto the edge of the nearby bench, still too stunned to speak or even begin to comprehend what was happening. Sarah. Alaric’s wife, who was thought to be killed in a house fire. She was here, alive and well, and had shown up on the day of our wedding. Sarah stood near the window now, her hands folded neatly in front of her as she worried her lower lip between her teeth. I found it hard to look at her, but I risked a glance anyway, and instantly regretted it. She was beautiful. Stunning, actually, with golden hair and bright blue eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She looked like Zoe in all the little ways that I’d never anticipated, and yet there was something darker about her, something… painful. When she’