“Yeah, and there was an ambulance too. I saw it from the window during class.”
“What happened? Give us the details.”
“A girl was carried out, covered in blood. It was terrifying.”
“Which class was she from? Which grade?”
“I don’t think I should say… But man, the scene–damn, it was brutal.”
“Come on, stop being vague! Was it an attempted murder?”
“I’m telling you, it was even worse than that.”
“Then spit it out already! What exactly happened?”
“I don’t want to offend anyone by saying too much. Forget it, I’m not talking about it.”
I was speechless.
Was it really something that couldn’t be talked about?
I lowered my gaze to my stomach.
Thinking back, I had assumed I was pregnant that day.
But my cycle had always been irregular, and nausea was a common symptom of heatstroke in the summer.
The ridiculous part?
I jumped to the conclusion without even taking a pregnancy test.
Wasn’t that absurd?
I had been so convinced.
Yet the truth was that I could never get pregnant again.
People had a way of lying to themselves when faced with reality.
I think I had been doing it for a long, long time.
So, when the truth finally resurfaced, my mind felt like it was exploding.
Why were my memories always fragmented, always incomplete?
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Chapter 15
Why could I remember Ethan burning me with a cigarette, but not what happened after?
Why did he always watch me so closely, insisting I drink that glass of milk?
Why did Lily and Julian appear in my life so suddenly and inexplicably?
Why did his friends always call me… crazy?
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