Adriano
My brows were drawn in confusion. The tattoo on her back was obviously the unique design carved on Rebecca. It even had her family birthmark… such a thing couldn't have been imitated.
I stared at the unfamiliar face in front of me, having a hard time believing she was the same girl I knew. An image of the beautiful long-haired blonde from my memory flashed in my mind. True, there was a resemblance in her facial features, but the differences were too blatant. I found myself questioning my own assumption. Most importantly, Rebecca was supposed to be dead.
"You're… still alive?" I asked her.
"Alive and well!" She mused as she took a scrap of her torn shirt to wrap it around her, making a make-shift top.
When I still stared at her dubiously, she went on. "You're probably wondering
