The Blakes and Calloways, faces tight with worry, piled into cars and followed. Margot's mind drifted, lost in a haze, as if she'd lived a lifetime of agony in some parallel world. It felt like an eternity before the memories settled, and she finally remembered everything.
Margot's eyes fluttered open to a crowd of anxious, caring faces.
"Margot, you okay? Still feeling rough? Want some water?"
"Margot, did you remember something? Head still hurt? Need a massage?"
"Margot, we're all here—Mom, Dad, we love you. You can lean on us. We're gonna be a family, alright?"
The flood of concern warmed her heart, but the memories of her past life—sharp with pain and despair—clung to her, refusing to fade. Accepting their kindness so soon felt impossible.
Margot took a deep breath, rubbing her t
