A HUNDRED NINE

"Ssshhh... Don't scream, Mila!"

"Who are you?"

Mila's body froze when an arm stretched forward and hugged her chest until her shoulders pressed against the man's chest. From his voice and body aroma the man was very similar to Ezra. But it is not possible. Ezra is dead. Even the police had given her an official statement that the rescue team had not been able to find Ezra's body that had fallen into the sea.

"You can't possibly forget me. You know me so well, Mila.”

"Ezra is dead. Don't try to be Ezra in front of me." Mila's voice trembled as she tried to bully the man. In fact, Mila almost fell to the floor if the man's strong arms didn't support her shoulders.

"Look at me."

Mila's body was rotated one hundred and eighty degrees until now Mila was facing a man whose face was very similar to Ezra's. Her face stiffened as she stared at the man's face. Mila wanted to push the man's chest away, but her body couldn't move because she was too shocked by what was happening before her