Sophia took the phone. The moment she saw her blog, her head exploded with pain.
Every lost memory came rushing back–she remembered it all.
Hands trembling, she shoved the phone back at Lucas and pointed down the road.
“Get out. Both of you. I don’t want to see you.”
She returned to her patients, acting like the men didn’t exist.
Lucas and Nathan kept trying to talk to her and she ignored them completely.
After her last patient, Sophia packed up and went inside.
The men tried to follow, but she shut the wooden door in their faces.
Margaret, the caregiver she’d hired for Dad, was setting dinner on the table. “What did those men want? Want me to call the police?”
Sophia shook her head. “It’s fine. You and Dad go ahead and eat. I need to lie down for a while.”
In her room, Sophia collapsed against the wall and slid to the floor.
Tears came in waves.
She’d hidden thousands of miles away. How had they still found her?
And how had her private blog post gone public? She’d set it to private, hadn’t she?
Before she could think more, her head started pounding.
Memories of Lucas and Nathan flickered through her mind like an old movie reel.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push the images away, but they only became clearer.
She’d finally forgotten them. Why wouldn’t they leave her alone?
After crying herself out, Sophia dry swallowed one of her pills.
That’s when a knock at the door, and Dad’s voice drifted through.
“Sweetheart, come eat dinner! It’s getting cold.”
Not wanting to worry her father, Sophia responded softly and straightened her clothes before coming out.
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But the moment she appeared, Dad frowned at her: “Who are you? Where’s my daughter? What did you do with
her?”
Sophia forced a smile. “Dad, it’s me. Your daughter. Remember?”
He shook his head frantically. “Impossible. My daughter is only five years old!”
Tears stung her eyes.
Five years old–that had been her happiest time. Her parents were in love, the family business was booming.
“Do you see who this is?” Sophia held up a mirror in front of him.
Dad frowned at his reflection. “Who’s this old man? He looks ancient.”
“That’s you, Dad.” Sophia put the mirror away and took his hand, leading him to the dining table.
With Sophia’s help, her father sat down in his chair, but he kept muttering under his breath.
“How’d I get so old? Why am I still alive?”
The word made Sophia’s chest hurt. “Dad, you promised to stay with me forever. You can’t leave me, no matter
what.”
“But I’m already old. Just holding you back.” He fidgeted with his hands. “Old people should just… go.”
Sophia’s fork shook in her hand. She knelt by his chair, heart breaking.
“No, Dad, no. You’re not old. Not at all.”
