All Chapters of MY LONG LOST LOVE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 31Beneath the RootsThe sound of the engine faded into the distance.Miyaka stood frozen beneath the tunnel light.Someone had been waiting for them.She couldn't shake that thought.Someone knew they were here.Someone knew what they were looking for.And somehow, someone seemed to know what she was beginning to remember.Jason broke the silence first.“We need to get out of here.”Miyaka looked at him.“We're not going anywhere.”“Miyaka.”“You heard what the wall said.”Jason glanced at the carved words.THE CHILDREN SAW EVERYTHING.“We don't even know what that means.”“I think I do.”She touched the wall.“When I was five, something happened beneath the mango tree.”Moises watched her carefully.“You remembered a door.”“And someone digging.”Daniel's expression remained tense.“Memories aren't always exact.”“I know.”Miyaka looked at him.“But this one feels different.”“How?”She struggled to explain.“It doesn't feel like something I imagined.”She closed her eyes.“

CHAPTER 33The Fourth ChildMiyaka stared at the photograph until her eyes began to hurt.She couldn't look away.Four children.Not three.Four.Her.Moises.Jason.And the boy standing beside them.A boy none of them remembered.A boy who had somehow been part of their childhood.A boy who had apparently always been there.Her fingers tightened around the photograph.“No.”The word came out barely above a whisper.Jason moved beside her.“What?”“There were only three of us.”She turned the photograph toward him.“Three.”Jason stared.His face slowly lost its color.“I don't remember him.”“Neither do I.”Moises stepped closer.His eyes stayed fixed on the photograph.Miyaka watched his expression carefully.He wasn't looking at the boy like a stranger.He was looking at him like someone standing at the edge of a memory he couldn't quite reach.“Moises?”He didn't answer.“Do you remember him?”His jaw tightened.“I don't know.”“You don't know?”“I said I don't know.”Something in

CHAPTER 35The Boy My Mother Called My Brother“Miyaka?”Moises's voice reached her, but she barely heard it.She was staring at the wooden horse in her hand.The inscription had already been wiped clean by her thumb, but the words remained burned into her mind.ASK YOUR MOTHER ABOUT ELIAS.Her mother.The woman who had appeared in the tunnel.The woman who had looked at Moises like she was afraid of what his return meant.The woman who had told Miyaka she had seen something that night.The woman who had disappeared before Miyaka could ask the questions that had haunted her for years.And now there was this.He's your brother.Miyaka slowly looked up.“Where is my mother?”Nobody answered.“Daniel.”His expression tightened.“I don't know.”“You knew she survived.”“Yes.”“You knew she was in this place.”“I knew she had been here.”“And you never told me.”“I couldn't.”“You couldn't?”Her voice cracked.“Or you wouldn't?”Daniel looked away.Miyaka stepped toward him.“For years, I

CHAPTER 37CassianMIYAKAFor twelve years, I had imagined what I would say if my mother ever came back.Sometimes, in the quiet hours of the night, I had imagined throwing my arms around her.Sometimes I imagined screaming.Sometimes I imagined asking the simplest question of all.Why did you leave me?I had rehearsed those words so many times that they had become almost meaningless.But now that she was standing in front of me—I couldn't say any of them.My mother looked different.Older, of course.There were faint lines around her eyes that hadn't been there when I was a child. Her hair was longer, darker, streaked with silver. There was a small scar near her temple that I had never seen before.But her eyes were the same.I knew those eyes.I had inherited them.And suddenly I was five years old again.Running barefoot through wet grass.Calling for her.Waiting by the window.Believing every car that passed might be hers.“Mama…”Her lips trembled.“Miyaka.”That was all it too

CHAPTER 39What Moises RememberedMIYAKAThe message stayed on my screen long after I stopped reading it.ASK MOISES WHAT HE REMEMBERS ABOUT THE NIGHT OF THE FIRE.I read it again.Then again.As if the words might rearrange themselves into something less terrifying if I stared at them long enough.They didn't.Across the room, Moises stood perfectly still.That was what frightened me most.He wasn't asking who sent the message. He wasn't reaching for his phone. He wasn't looking toward Jason or my mother for an explanation.He was staring at me.And in his eyes was something I had never seen there before.Fear.Not the kind of fear that made someone run.The kind that made someone remember.My fingers tightened around the phone."What do you remember?"My voice came out quieter than I intended.Moises didn't answer.For a few seconds, nobody moved.My mother sat near the edge of the old sofa, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her face had gone pale the moment she saw the message,