When I woke up again, it was already completely daylight outside.
I struggled out from under the bed.
My entire body ached terribly.
But I didn't have time to rest.
I changed my clothes and prepared to go to the hospital.
But as I passed through the living room, I suddenly noticed something.
The only family photo on the wall was gone.
I was in that picture.
So was my mother, who had been dead for many years.
And...
Damian, when he was still a child.
The photo had been taken many years ago.
My mother had never been willing to throw it away.
She said keeping it was at least a small reminder of the past.
I didn't know why Damian had taken it.
But my head was hurting so badly that I didn't have the energy to think about it.
Besides, I soon realized my body was in even worse con
