Amelia’s POV
I stare at the exact spot Dina just evacuated a couple of minutes ago. My pulse erratic as I watch in silence from my car. Her parting words—” You don't remember, I’d been the reason you were upset with my boss a couple of years ago. From the Information I’d given?” —cling to me like cobwebs that I can't shake off for some reason.
The bustling park fades into white noise, and the soft shattering from passersby is distant, as though I'm underwater. I glance down at my phone, the open map still showing the cáfe’s location.
I shouldn't care. I shouldn't feel anything. But why does every missing memory in my head tighten something in my chest?
Staring out the window a few minutes later, I realized it had surprisingly gone dark.
“s**t!” I mutter to myself starting the igniti
