Where Dawn Never Meets Dusk
Language: en
Joey snatched my wrist as I plunged into the Antarctic crevice, gripping it white-knuckled. "I've got you, Julie! I'm never letting go!" But my name isn't Julie. Rescued, I asked who Julie was. He looked away, voice strained. "You misheard." I dismissed it as terror-induced hallucination until midnight. Waking to an empty bed, I found Joey's pack overturned, papers scattered. Kneeling, I froze at a five-year-old accident report. Victim: Julie Coleman. Death: fall into Antarctic crevice. Beneath it, travel photos of a girl identical to me—same poses, clothes, locations as Joey and I had…