My secret lover
It was just a memory we desperately wanted to forget.
"Apollo!" Mia’s scream echoed from the basement, cutting through the flow of thoughts swirling in my mind.
Instantly, I shook off the doubts and rushed down the stairs, my heart racing, imagining what could have frightened her.
When I got there, I found Mia kneeling in front of an old, dusty wardrobe, her face frozen in a mix of surprise and confusion. The open box of photos in front of her seemed like a treasure chest of memories, something she hadn’t expected to find. The room, suffocated by years of dust and forgotten objects, exuded the atmosphere of a place that had been hiding secrets long buried.