I saw it again… that flicker.
“You had a scar on your knee from when you fell off your bike when you were nine,” I continued, my hands shaking now. “You cried for an hour, and I had to carry you inside.”
He swallowed.
“I…” He pressed his fingers to his temple, wincing. “I don’t—”
“Daniel,” the woman cut in, her voice tense. “You don’t need to listen to this.”
“I do,” he said, more firmly this time, though his voice was unsteady. “Something about this feels… off.”
My heart pounded harder.
“Fourteen years ago,” I said, forcing the words out through my shaking breath, “you disappeared. No note. No call. Nothing. I searched everywhere for you. I never stopped.”
He looked at me, confusion deepening in his eyes. “That doesn’t make sense,” he said slowly. “I’ve lived here for years. With her.”
“With her?” I echoed, glancing at the woman.
She straightened, her expression guarded. “He was found,” she said after a pause. “Injured. On the side of the road. He didn’t remember anything. No name. No past.”
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