Thirty-One

I was packing my bags in my room when the doorbell buzzed.

“Yes?” I answered on the intercom.

“Miss, there is a girl here to see you.”

It had to be Sylvia. I was wondering when she would turn up. I asked Chase about her, and he vouched that she was someone I knew, but we weren’t the closest of friends before my accident and some of them even suspected her of trying to harm me in the past with a suspicious fire.

At the moment my heart trusted Chase more than it trusted Sylvia, but I wanted to figure out what she was planning by hanging around me suddenly.

“Let her come up,” I said.

There was a knock on the door a few minutes later and I opened the door to her smiling face. Even something about that made me feel off, although it was just a harmless gesture.

“Hey, how have you been feeling?” she asked, but I knew what she really meant to ask was if I had remembered anything.

“I’m alright, nothing much has changed.”

She looked at my bags and frowned. “Are you going somewhere?”

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