All Chapters of MY LONG LOST LOVE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CHAPTER 100The Girl Standing Behind MeMIYAKAI turned around so quickly that my shoulder struck the stone wall.There was no little girl behind me.Only Moises, whose hand immediately tightened around mine, and Jason, who had raised his flashlight toward the empty corridor. Alistair stood several steps away, staring at me with the expression of a man who had just watched a nightmare step out of his own memories. The yellow lights overhead flickered, casting their shadows across the bricks, and for one terrible second, every shadow seemed to have the shape of a child.I looked back at the polished metal handle.The reflection showed only the four of us.But I had seen her. I knew I had. The blue ribbon in her hair, the familiar curve of her cheek, the small scar near her left eyebrow. She had looked like me when I was a child, except that her smile had held none of the uncertainty I fel

CHAPTER 102THE SISTER WHO WAS WATCHINGMIYAKAFor a long moment, I could only stare at the words on the wall.SHE IS LOOKING BACK.The red ink glistened beneath the weak yellow light, still wet enough to catch the reflection of my face whenever I shifted my head. Someone had written the message while we were inside the room, close enough to leave the warning behind us without making a sound. Yet the corridor had been empty when I turned around. There had been no footsteps, no opening door, no shadow slipping around a corner. Whoever had written those words knew the passages beneath the mango tree well enough to move through them without being seen, and knew me well enough to understand that telling me to stop looking for my sister would accomplish exactly the opposite.I wanted to believe it was a threat. Threats were easier to understand than promises, and a warning was easier to face than

CHAPTER 104THE GIRL WHO STOLE MY LIFEMIYAKAThe real Miyaka is still with me.The words kept repeating inside my head, each repetition cutting deeper than the last. I stood before the black door with Moises's hand wrapped around mine, unable to decide whether I wanted to tear it open or run until I could no longer hear the voice on the other side. The girl had sounded frightened, but there had been something else beneath her fear—an accusation so personal that it felt as though she had reached through the metal and pointed a finger directly at me.She's starting to remember what I did to her.What had I done?I searched my mind for an answer, but all I found were fragments: a little girl's hand slipping from mine, the smell of smoke, a red bracelet pressed into my palm, and someone crying while I promised that I would come back. Every time I tried to look more closely, the memories scattered like birds startled from a tree. I couldn't tell whether they were pieces of my childhood or

CHAPTER 106THE ONE I LEFT BEHIND“Miyaka. I remember now. And I remember which one of us you left behind.”The voice came from behind the black door, soft enough to be mistaken for a whisper and clear enough to tear through every other sound in the chamber. For one suspended moment, nobody moved. Even the low hum of the machinery seemed to fade beneath the weight of those words, leaving Miyaka staring at the narrow seam between the door and its frame as if the darkness on the other side had suddenly acquired a face. She had spent years imagining what it would feel like to discover the truth about the girl who had vanished from her childhood, about the memories that refused to remain buried, about the possibility that the life she remembered was never entirely hers. She had expected anger. She had expected grief. Perhaps, somewhere beneath all of it, she had even expected relief. She had never imagined that the truth would speak to her in a voice that sounded almost exactly like her o

CHAPTER 108THE NAME BURIED WITH HERThe name continued to echo through the underground chamber long after the voice had stopped speaking.Miyaka couldn't understand the words. She had heard them clearly enough, yet they seemed to belong to a language buried somewhere beneath her earliest memories, somewhere her mind refused to follow. The voice was young, almost painfully gentle, and it called to her with the certainty of someone who had been waiting a very long time. She felt the sound in her chest before she understood that she was trembling.Across the room, Dr. Evander Vale remained on his knees.For a man who had spent years hiding behind authority, secrets, and carefully constructed explanations, his reaction was more frightening than any confession he could have made. He looked at the monitor as if the name displayed there had opened a grave directly beneath his feet.“Say it again,” Miyaka