I followed Sophia through the forest. The wind moved through the trees. My boots sank into the wet ground with each step. I felt a heavy weight of not knowing.
She walked ahead, moving with a sure step that bothered me. She knew exactly where she was going. I, who was supposed to know this past, was lost in the dark.
"How much farther?" I asked. My voice sounded rough.
Sophia looked back. "Almost there."
I didn't trust her. Not fully. But the quick flashes of memory and the pain in my head told me I had to keep going.
After a few minutes, the trees cleared. I saw a small cabin. It was old and worn. The roof sagged a little, and vines climbed up its sides. It was as if nature was taking it back.
A feeling twisted in my chest. A pull.
I knew this place.
I didn't know how, but I did.
