“You remind me of someone…”
He hooks a finger into the strand of hair fallen onto my forehead, briefly touches my skin… and I flinch. Because he reminds me of someone too.
“You’re mistaken,” I say as confidently as possible. “I’ve been here only very recently…”
“Wrong,” he nods. “But it doesn’t matter. What time do you finish? I’ll stop by.”
“No,” I reply.
“Why?”
“Because the memories are unpleasant.”
I wanted to help my sister, who’d gotten into trouble, and her son. And in the end, I ended up there myself. And now, saving my loved ones is possible only for a person who looks like my worst nightmare…