“Who is she?”
I sighed, my voice barely audible. “She’s… inside me. She lives inside me.”
Her pen stopped mid-scratch. “Inside you? Who is she?”
I nodded. “I created her… when I was five, I think. Or maybe… she’s always been there. She was born with me.”
“What’s her name?” the doctor asked softly.
“Seraphine.”
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