Sonia’s POV
A city alive and oblivious, that was how I always thought of it.
People rushing to work, vendors shouting by the roadside, students laughing about nothing. The world kept moving, whether or not I caught up.
And maybe that was what I needed, motion. Something to pull me forward before I drowned in everything I didn’t remember.
So, I did what I was supposed to do: I gave school my full attention.
At first, it felt strange, walking through those wide halls again, the chatter echoing, the smell of chalk and old wood mixing with perfume and sweat. People stared, of course. Whispers followed me down the corridor like a second shadow.
“That’s her.”
“She was in that fire, right?”
“I heard she forgot everything.”
They said it softly, but not soft enough.
I thought they had cha
