Todos os capítulos de Memory of the Wronged: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 15

My head throbbed with unbearable pain. Even my scalp felt like it was being torn apart.Then the dream finally steadied. A wide cornfield stretched out before me.I saw my younger self running frantically along the dirt path between the rows. My clothes were ripped to shreds, barely clinging to my skin. I was almost naked.I ran and ran, crashing into the cornfield as people from the town stopped to stare. Some whispered. Some laughed.Then a big, burly man came crashing through the corn and grabbed me by the arm.“You little brat, what are you running for? I’m just trying to sew your clothes for you. Come home with me!”My foster father, Nate Hale, dragged me back home. I bit his hand as hard as I could, fighting with everything I had.He let out a roar of pain, then slapped me so hard the world went black.When I came to, he was still gripping my hair, dragging me through the dirt road. My feet scraped against the ground. People stood watching, murmuring to one another. Some

A middle-aged man and a younger man burst into the room.I didn’t recognize either of them.“Lily, you’re awake? Let me see you!” The young man, who didn’t seem like the emotional type, suddenly acted like a frantic child.He pushed the woman aside and tried to hug me.I pulled back, uneasy. “Hey, who are you? Don’t just grab people like that.”He froze as if struck by lightning, his whole body trembling.The middle-aged man went rigid too. His voice shook as he said, “She’s really lost her memory? Why would God punish me like this? She’s my only daughter. I never even had the chance to make things right.”Then he broke down crying.I had never seen a grown man sob like that before. It was almost funny.But at the same time, it made my stomach turn.Whoever they were, the way they cried disgusted me.It was strange. Why did I feel that way? They looked so heartbroken.I couldn’t figure it out.The man kept weeping as he pulled out his phone. “Mr. Wilson, Lily really has am

What about my life?It had been hard.I shook my head and left the hospital.Soon after, I boarded a plane back to the city where the Zeller family lived. Three years had passed since I had been there.I didn’t feel anything in particular. I just walked aimlessly until I found myself standing in front of the familiar mansion.The place was overgrown with weeds. The bricks were stained and cracked. It was clear no one had lived there for a long time.I wandered around the property and happened to run into the housekeeper from a neighboring estate. He used to work for the Zellers but had since taken a job elsewhere.We talked for a while, and he told me what had happened to the family.After I left, Steven began to fall apart. His mental state deteriorated until he started hurting himself. Some nights, he would scream and cry like a ghost.A month later, he went back to Hollow Creek alone and killed Nate and his entire family with an axe.The case caused a huge public outcry, a