Inara
I smile while looking at the USB key through which I saw my mother one last time.
I feel a strange sensation. She was so young, and I look so much like her. After all, she was only three years older than me in that video. I feel like I saw myself in a mirror.
The door opens slightly, and Sam appears. I wipe the moisture from my eyes and lift them to the ceiling to keep more tears from falling.
He comes over and sits on the couch, pulling me into his arms and placing a soft kiss on my head.
"Did you get the answers you were looking for?"
"Everything’s still blurry, but I already know more."
He pulls away and smiles at me.
"I don’t want to talk to you about what was on that USB. I’ve already put you in enough danger by coming here to ask for your help, so I’d rather not add mor
