Vera’s POV
The phone clicked off, and my mind wandered along with it. Confusion clouded my thoughts. I vividly remembered the features of the person I rescued from the river, but the memory slipped away when I woke up. In my hazy recollection, I even thought it might have been Howard, but that couldn't be right.
The family had kept me in the dark, feeding me explanations that almost felt like brainwashing, casting doubt on my own memories. Back in college, I had dug into the incident, discovering that someone had indeed saved a boy near the lake. Yet, the identity of that boy remained shrouded in mystery, as they had apparently run away together. I eventually dismissed it as a dream, moving on without seeking answers.
As my thoughts swirled, messages continued to pop up, snapping me bac
