It had to be karma—carving wounds in places I never knew could ache, leaving me stranded with memories of what I thought was mine but was only borrowed. In the end, the pain and regret were my only truth. A wound that time cannot heal, a reminder that some things, once lost, are gone forever.
Hunter leaned back in the car, staring out the window as the city rushed by. In his hand, he clenched the strands of hair that Carbone had practically shoved into his hand. The tiny, weightless strands felt heavier than anything he’d ever held; they carried the burden of memories, lies, and a truth he couldn't yet face. Mara… not his? It couldn’t be possible. How could everything he believed and cherished be a lie? His mind rebelled, clinging to memories of Mara’s innocent smile when she called him “
