Erick
She was there?
Her words struck me harder than any physical blow ever could.
That year. That marketplace.
No way!
For a moment, I thought I had misheard her. My mind rebelled against the possibility.
But no… her tone had been clear, steady, and deliberate.
She had spoken as if she knew, as if she had carried that piece of the past within her all along.
I stared at her, utterly disoriented, as though she had torn a hole in the very fabric of my memories. My pulse thundered in my ears, my chest tightened painfully.
How did she know?
How could she possibly know about that day?
Was she truly there or is someone playing a prank?
The marketplace… the car crash… the chaos that had unfolded under the weight of decisions I could never take back. Decisions that had shaped me,
