ELLA.
It was impossible.
There was no way anyone could have known about the birthmark on my body unless they had seen me—truly seen me—up close, without barriers, without distance.
My breath came out uneven as that realization settled in.
Could I really be Theresa?
The thought lingered, heavy and unsettling, refusing to be ignored. Everything around me pointed to it, the way they spoke to me, the certainty in their voices, the familiarity in their actions.
And now… this.
But if that was true… then why couldn't I remember?
Why was my mind blank when it came to them?
Fragments of confusion collided within me, each question leading to another, none of them answered.
If we were lovers…then why were we separated?
The thought made my chest tighten slightly, a strange discomfort settling deep within me. None of it made sense. Nothing aligned. It felt like I was standing in the middle of someone else's story, trying desperately to understand a plot I had never lived.
And yet…
