Liam

Nora's voice echoed through the cold, damp chamber, laden with sorrow and anger. I could feel her frustration like a physical weight pressing down on me, but I knew I couldn't blame her. Not after everything we'd been through.

"Yes, Nora," I responded softly, my heart sinking at the sound of her melancholy tone.

Her next words cut through the silence like a knife, reopening wounds that had never fully healed. "Do you remember the first time we met?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

Of course, I remembered. How could I forget the day that changed my life forever? It was a moment etched into my memory,...