Chapter 2 : Questions without Answers
Chapter 2: Questions Without Answers
The walk home took forever. My waterlogged shoes squelched with every step, and my clothes clung to my skin like a cold, wet prison. But the strangest part wasn't the discomfort—it was how *good* I felt underneath it all.
My ribs didn't hurt. The cut on my lip was gone. Even the chronic ache in my back from sleeping on a lumpy mattress had disappeared completely.
I'd drowned. I was sure of it. The memory was crystal...
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