“You remind me of someone…”
He catches the fallen lock of hair on his forehead with his finger, briefly touches my face… and I flinch. Because he reminds me of someone, too.
“You’re mistaken,” I say as confidently as I can. “I’ve been here only recently…”
“Mistaken,” he nods. “But it doesn’t matter. What time do you finish?” “I’ll drop by.”
“No,” I answer. “Why?” “Because the memories are unpleasant.”
I wanted to help my sister who got into trouble—and her son. And in the end, I ended up in the same trouble myself. And now, the only person who can save my loved ones is someone who looks exactly like my worst nightmare…