Every instinct I had screamed at me to run in after her, but something made me wait. I needed to understand what was happening before I barged in and scared her into never telling me the truth.
I crossed the street, slipped through the same gap, and stepped into the factory.
The air inside hit me first. Damp and cold, smelling of rust and mold. Weak morning light filtered through the broken windows, creating strange shadows. Every sound echoed — my footsteps on the cracked concrete, the wind whistling through the empty spaces, and somewhere deeper inside, a soft, familiar sound.
Humming.
I froze.
It was the melody Mark used to hum. The one he’d sung to Lily every single night. The tune I hadn’t heard in over a year.
I moved toward the sound, my heart hammering. I turned a corner into what must’ve once been a workspace, and what I saw made the world spin.
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