NovelFameChapter 319 Walking under the trees along Riverside Drive, Sarah approached the villa where she once lived with her parents. She hadn't been back since their deaths - there was no one waiting here anymore.
She disliked being alone in the empty villa; it only made her feel suffocated.
As she pushed open the door, it creaked loudly. Years of dust swirled up like fog, making her cough violently. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the thick dust floating through the living room. Beyond the layers of grime, she could smell mold and dampness.
The heavy beige curtains held echoes of her mother. She remembered countless times rushing into her mother's arms after school, and into her father's embrace when he returned from work.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNow it was all gone. She was alone.
If her father were still here, she could have cried to him when James asked for divorce. But she couldn't.
She made her way to the storage room where her old belongings were kept.
In her former bedroom, thick books still sat on the windowside shelf. She picked one up "The Little Prince." She used to beg her mother to read it to her repeatedly. It had been her favorite book.
As she flipped through the old books, memories flooded back. For a moment, it felt like nothing had changed, like it was still the sas before.
When she picked up another book, a photograph fell out.
She bent to retrieve it and froze.
In the photo, she was young and beaming. Next to her stood another girl, smiling just as innocently - she recognized Mia.
The photo was undated, and she had no memory of it being taken, but she knew it was from long ago.
She used to be outgoing and always laughing. When had she changed? Was it after falling for James, or after the divorce? She couldn't pinpoint the moment.
She suddenly recalled Mia's words during their therapy sessions. The memory disorder she'd discussed at length with Jane and Scott wasn't real - Mia had been telling the truth.
When had she first met Mia? How many years ago? Sarah stared at the photo, her fingers tightening as her head began to throb violently, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her brain.
She pulled out her phone and called Mia. "Are you free? I need to see you." Inside the Riverside Cafe, Sarah slid a photograph across the table to Mia. "Look at this." Mia picked up the photo curiously, then stared at Sarah in disbelief. "Sarah, when did we take this picture?" "I found it at my old house. I haven't lived there since marrying James," Sarah said, her expression troubled.
"So this photo is at least three years old?" Mia found it hard to believe.
Sarah nodded. She couldn't make sense of it either. If her memory was failing her, surely Mia would remember something.
At the very least, seeing the photo should trigger sreaction but she only showed none Sarah had she Mia for less than a year - how could this photo exist?
After a moment's thought, Sarah said, "You mentioned somethings! subconsciously before. I thought you were mixing up memories." Mia shook her head. "I don't remember any of it."
For the first time, Sarah doubted herself. She wondered if there was something wrong with her memory, but she couldn't find any gaps or missing pieces in her recollections. to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
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