LOGINAva couldn't take her eyes off the photograph.Her fingers tightened around its edges as she stared at Ethan's smiling face. Whoever had taken the picture had intentionally cropped out the person standing beside him, leaving only a slender hand resting comfortably on his arm. The gold bracelet gleamed beneath the sunlight, its delicate charm catching Ava's attention.She turned the photograph over once more."She's getting closer than expected."The words sent another chill through her body."Who wrote this?" she asked quietly.Lucas shook his head. "I don't know. I've never seen that photograph before."Ava searched his face for any sign that he was lying, but found none. If Lucas was pretending, he was remarkably good at it.She slipped the photograph into her handbag."I'm keeping this."Lucas didn't object."You'll probably need it."Ava looked up. "Need it for what?""To remind yourself that someone has been watching you for much longer than you realised."The statement unsettled
Ava's heartbeat thundered in her ears as she stared at Lucas.The apartment had suddenly become too small.Too quiet.Too suffocating.The words he had spoken moments earlier still echoed in her mind."The part of your life that was taken from you."She shook her head, forcing herself to focus."No," she said firmly. "We're done talking about my past."Lucas raised an eyebrow but remained silent."My husband," Ava continued, her voice steadier now, "is the reason I'm here. I didn't come looking for answers about myself. I came looking for answers about Ethan."For the first time since she'd met him, Lucas gave a faint nod."Good," he replied.Ava frowned."Good?""You've finally asked the right question."She folded her arms."Then stop speaking in riddles and tell me what this apartment really is."Lucas walked past her and stopped beside the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Brooklyn.Night had swallowed the city.Streetlights stretched endlessly below, while distant sirens drifte
Ava didn’t speak.Not because she had nothing to say.But because everything inside her had gone too still to form words.“The part of your life that was taken from you.”Lucas’s voice still echoed in the room, soft but irreversible.Like something had been written into reality that couldn’t be erased just because she didn’t understand it.Her grip tightened on both phones.One real.One returned.Both feeling heavier than they should.“That’s impossible,” she finally said.Her voice came out quieter than she expected.But firm.Lucas didn’t react.He just watched her.Like he was waiting for her to finish resisting.Ava shook her head slightly.“No,” she said again, stronger this time. “I remember my life.”Lucas tilted his head.“Do you?”The question landed strangely.Not like doubt.Like pressure.Ava frowned.“Of course I do.”“Then tell me,” Lucas said calmly, “what do you remember about 2019?”Ava blinked.The question was simple.Too simple.Her mind reached back automatically
Ava didn’t breathe.Not properly.Not fully.The air in the room felt too heavy, too thick—like it had been waiting for this moment just as much as the man standing in the doorway had.I’m the part they didn’t tell you about.The words echoed in her mind, louder than the silence that followed them.She tightened her grip on the phones in her hands.Her old phone.The second phone.Two pieces of a truth she didn’t understand.Two pieces of something that had been carefully hidden.“Who are you?” she asked again.Her voice steadier this time.But only just.The man stepped further into the room.Slow.Unhurried.Like he had all the time in the world.“You already know more than you think,” he said.Ava’s jaw tightened.“I asked you a question.”“And I heard you,” he replied calmly.He stopped a few steps away.Close enough for her to see him clearly now.Mid-thirties.Maybe older.Hard to tell.His face wasn’t unfamiliar.But it wasn’t familiar either.Like she had seen him before,just
Ava didn’t move.She couldn’t.The message stayed on her screen, glowing faintly in the dim light of the apartment.Now you’re exactly where we need you to be.Her fingers tightened around the phone.Her heartbeat grew louder.Faster.Harder.This wasn’t a coincidence.It couldn’t be.She turned slowly.Her eyes scanning the apartment again.The same space that had felt empty moments ago now felt occupied.Not visibly.Not physically.But undeniably.“Daniel?” she called again.Her voice echoed slightly.Soft.Uncertain.No response.Her chest tightened.This didn’t feel right.Not just confusing.Not just unsettling.Wrong.Every instinct in her body was screaming now.She stepped back slowly.Her breathing shallow.Uneven.The second phone.Still in her hand.Still open.Still full of everything she didn’t understand.Her own phone.Still buzzing faintly.Still pulling her attention.And then,the third one.The one on the table.Her old phone.Ava’s gaze snapped back to it.It hadn
Ava didn’t reply to Ethan.She stared at the message for a long time—long enough for the screen to dim slightly, long enough for the weight of his words to settle into something heavier than urgency.Come back. Now.There was something different about that message.Not just concern.Not just control.Something closer to fear.She locked her phone slowly.Not because she had decided anything.But because she couldn’t think clearly with it in her hand.Daniel was watching her again.Not impatient.Not pushing.Just… observing.Like he understood that this moment mattered.“You’re thinking about going back,” he said.It wasn’t a question.Ava exhaled slowly.“I’m thinking,” she replied.Daniel nodded slightly.“That’s new.”Ava shot him a look.“I’ve always thought.”“Not like this,” he said.Silence.Ava didn’t argue.Because she knew what he meant.Before, she had thought within boundaries.Within the life she understood.Within the version of reality she believed in.Now,those bounda







