Evelyn was an amusing girl, hanging out with friends and living her best life with the man she deeply loved. But suddenly found herself in a hospital room, realizing she's been in an induced coma for her past six months.
Her sense of disability lea...
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Flashback
"Care to explain this to me?" I confusedly lifted up his documents, filled with a murder case's files.
Mikhail's eyes widened the moment he realized what I were holding. "How did you find this?" He froze his place, wishing he could've been swallowed by the grounded roots.
"Why is my name written as a victim in your murder case? Why's my name written in there at all?!" My heart pounded, my veins throbbed from my neck. "Tell me, Mikhail, why is there a a file full of old photos of me when I was a kid? Where did you even get them?!"
His eyes slowly traveled to mine, I could feel him panicking right in his place. "This has nothing to do with you—"
"Cut the crap already! It's literally a whole document about my life," I take another look inside the files, "about my family and relatives, my nationality and bloodline." I pushed him away the moment he took a step closer. "Seriously Mikhail why do you always keep lying to me?!"
His lips trembled, and his breath shortened. "Listen, Evelyn. I—" His eyes widened as it laid on a picture of me that accidentally fell to the ground.
My eyes welled up with tears, "You said no more secrets." I backed away and stepped on that picture. Before he was able to continue, I kneeled down to pick it up.
The moment I turned the paper to see the picture, my eyes instantly widened as I covered my mouth with a gasp, It was a photograph of a dead body, appeared to be taken during an examination of a crime scene.
I took a further look into the photograph, realizing it was a little girl, covered with blood, bones almost cracked if not completely broken. Her sober body laid dead on the blooded ground.
I looked up at Mikhail, "Is that the girl you said had a car accident when you were walking with her on the highway?" I wandered his eyes, waiting for answers. "Isn't she the one you've been investigating her case for years now?" I got up and stood on my feet. "Why am I involved in this case?" I anxiously questioned him.
Mikhail swallowed hard and looked down, not daring to look me in the eyes. I sighed and rushed back to his office, searching for more evidence and files to help me figure out why I had anything to do with that.
I couldn't find the girl's file, I didn't even know her name. The only thing I remembered Mikhail saying was that she was a little kid with long brunette hair.
A little kid.
I picked up an old photo of me, and I placed it next to the girl's photograph, we both were apparently the same age.
