Dragoncrest Cliffs avec amour

Oh, Mireille—! A mother; Coraline, an aunt!
Her smile breaks out into a wondrous grin, eyes soft as dainty paws find the russet shoulders once again. Dey be a gift, Mireille, are you happy? I cannot wait to meet dem. And—
A coldness grips Coraline's throat. She searches, blinking; once, twice; no,
No, an emptiness fills her gaze and it is then quickly replaced with an unfathomable horror. you-- no. It cannot be, oh, please tell me you are lying. Heart pounding, heart dropping, and the more the harrowing silence thickened between them the more it sunk in with such power that it nearly flung her rawboned frame to the floor. In fact, it did; she sinks down in a haze.
H-how long? How long ago? the guilt pools in the form of more tears, heavy ones, and the muscles of her jaw clench as her figure is crashed by an onslaught of sobs and she suddenly can look at her sister no more.