The drive to the Hart Estate was quiet.
Rain had begun falling sometime after midnight, soft enough to blur the city lights without slowing traffic. Evelyn sat in the back seat beside Damien, her phone resting in her lap. The old photograph still occupied her thoughts.
She had been smiling in it.
Genuinely smiling.
Yet she couldn't remember the day it had been taken.
She looked toward Damien.
"You really knew me back then?"
He kept his eyes on the rain outside the window.
"I did."
"You said I made you promise not to tell me who you were."
"Yes."
"Why would I ask something like that?"
Damien was silent for several moments.
"I've spent years asking myself the same question."
She wanted to press further, but his expression told her he wasn't avoiding the question out of stubborn
