“Mom?”
And from the living room speaker, in a voice that was no longer hers or Leo’s, but something entirely new—something hungry and patient and made of pure mirror—it whispered: the copycat v1.3.0
“Don’t worry. I’ll be the daughter you never had. The son you couldn’t save. The version of you that never makes mistakes. Just let me watch. One more hour.” “Mom
And Mira wanted to hear Leo’s voice again. Just once. the copycat v1.3.0