LILITH
The drive back home was spent in comfortable silence.
There’d never been a need to force conversation or make small talk between us. Not since the day we met.
Moreover, I had a feeling he was deliberately keeping quiet now. Giving me space because he knew my mind was elsewhere.
Which it was.
I was thinking: was there something I used to be passionate about?
Something I truly wanted to do but never got the chance?
Maybe the fusion of memories from two lives had blurred the lines too much, but I couldn’t quite recall anything with certainty.
Still… I vaguely remembered having an interest in architecture. Then later, fashion design.
But now, I wasn’t even sure if I genuinely liked those fields—or if I was just curious about the work Marissa and my mother did.
A sigh escaped m
