PROLOGUE

Two doors stood in front of them—one black, one white. Kira didn’t remember walking there. She wasn’t even sure she was supposed to be here.

Nina stood a few steps ahead, her hand hovering near the handle of the white door. Her brother stood on the opposite side, near the black door.

A small plaque hung beside each one.

ROOM CAPACITY

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“Don’t worry,” he said, but it came out quieter than he meant. “It’s just a dream.”

 

Nina didn’t look convinced.
“The other rooms didn’t separate us.”

 

The handle shifted slightly under her hand. The door gave a quiet click, and she let it swing open.

 

Kira tried to speak. Tried to warn them—about what, she didn’t know.

 

It was like watching something that had already happened.
No voice came out.

 

“We can just go in and meet on the other side,” he said.

 

Neither of them moved.