I trace the faint lines of my scars with trembling fingers, each touch sending a ripple of sensation through me. The memories are there, lingering just beneath the surface, waiting to be unearthed. And as my mind wanders, it lands on the image of my six-year-old self, seated just behind Envelyn on that fateful day when... Ms. Seraphina, the car is ready for your family dinner," James announces, his words a harsh intrusion on my reverie.His voice pierces the silence like a thunderclap, snapping me back to the present with a jolt. I blink, my thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. With a silent nod to James, I make my way to the waiting car.