Controlled silence

She turned around abruptly.

And she saw it.

A woman.

Exactly like her.

Same face. Same gaze.

But different.

Her eyes were calm. Too calm.

— “Finally…” said the woman, smiling slightly. “You found me.”

Clara stepped back in panic.

— “Who… who are you?!”

The woman tilted her head.

— “I am you. The one who doesn’t break.”