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Isla’s POV

Cora was not moving. Her eyes closed, it just looked like she was asleep. My heart felt like it stopped. My knees felt weak and wobbly like jelly on a plate.

“Is she dead?” Mora gasped bringing me back out of my own head. She suddenly clasped a hand over her mouth. I snapped my eyes back to Cora, willing her to wake up. She’s going to be okay she had to be.

My sister couldn’t die. I pray to the moon goddess that she will be alright, and then I feel Mora place her hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me, that’s when the tears that I’ve been trying to hold back, started to fall.

But I did not care about that all I could think about was my poor sister and that this was all my fault.

I should never have come here with them.

Mora, well she should’ve left on her own.

Why did Max make me get in the car?

All of this could’ve been avoided and now I was going to spend the rest of my life regretting this moment.

All this stupid arguing