history.
As the sun began to set, casting long, distorted shadows across the office, I realized that my life was divided into two halves: the lie I lived, and the truth I now held. The man I loved was a ghost, replaced by a stranger who had traded my parents’ lives for my devotion.
I closed the laptop, but the images remained burned into my mind. I was no longer the girl who had been saved by a kind friend. I was the legacy of a tragedy, finally awake to
