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“She told me to stay in the car,” Mara said. “She got out near the river to meet someone.”
My pulse pounded in my ears.
“Meet someone?” I repeated.
Mara nodded slowly.
“I didn’t see who it was at first. But I saw her argue with them. It wasn’t calm. It was… bad.”
I couldn’t breathe properly anymore.
“What happened next?” I asked.
Her voice dropped even lower.
“I got scared. I opened the door. I called her name.”
She hesitated.
“And then I heard a sound. Like a struggle.”
My entire body went cold.
“I ran toward them,” she said, “but something made me stop.”
I leaned forward.
“What made you stop?”
Mara’s eyes filled—but she didn’t cry.
“I saw the person she was fighting with turn toward me.”
The silence after that was unbearable.
“And?” I whispered.
Mara’s voice cracked for the first time.
“It wasn’t a stranger.”
My heart slammed.
“Who was it?” I demanded.
She shook her head slightly, almost in disbelief.
“It was someone you knew too.”
The room tilted.
I stood up instantly.
“No,” I said firmly. “No, Mara, you’re confused. You were a child, you were traumatized, you—”
“I’ve spent seven years making sure I wasn’t confused,” she said, her voice rising for the first time. “I replayed it. I tried to forget it. I tried to make it make sense.”
She stepped closer.
“And I can’t anymore.”
My hands were shaking uncontrollably now.
“Mara,” I said, almost pleading, “why are you telling me this now?”
She paused.
Then said the words that broke everything I thought I knew.
“Because I saw them again.”
The world stopped.
“What?” I whispered.
“Last week,” she said, “I saw them at the grocery store. The same person. They saw me too.”
My chest felt like it was collapsing.
“And they smiled at me,” she added quietly. “Like nothing ever happened.”
I couldn’t speak.
I couldn’t move.