"I thought you'd ignore the pull," Camille said, voice soft.
Magnolia stepped closer. "I couldn't. You wrapped it in too much pain."
Camille offered a humorless smile. "You always were good at feeling what I tried to bury."
She motioned for her sister to sit.
Magnolia eased down opposite her, knees brushing the edge of the bench. "What is it, Camille?"
"I've been dreaming," Camille said. "But not the way I used to. This isn't just sleep pulling loose memory. It's deeper. Like drowning."
"Tell me."
Camille exhaled shakily. "I'm in water. Every night. Dark water, endless and freezing. I can't breathe, but I'm not struggling either. It feels... expected. Like I was meant to sink."
Magnolia's eyes didn't blink. She knew better than to interrupt.
Camille went on. "I hear a voice. A girl's voice. She's not screaming, but it cuts through everything like metal under my skin. She whispers one word over and over. At first I thought it was my name. But now "
She faltered.
