“What?” Stefan zei when words failed to leave both Damon and my mouths. She was still staring at me.
“I can’t believe it. How is this possible?” she zei to herself. I was at loss. What was she TALKING about? Stefan slowly walked towards her and knelt beside her.
“Katherine, we need u to tell us. What are u talking about? How is Elena…you?” he asked gently. She seemed to calm down and she walked over to the bar. She shakily poured herself a large neat wodka and downed it. She slammed the glass down and stared at the fire.
“A few years before I came to Mystic Falls in 1864,...
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