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Andrea had no memory of any of this.
Still, she was good at reading people. Recalling Sean’s strange behavior today, and how he’d kept staring at her arm when he first arrived….
Andrea sensed something. She pretended to reminisce with him:
“Of course I remember. You were covered in blood. It terrified me.”
“I remember forcing the car door open to pull you out before it exploded. My arm was covered in wounds.”
“You wouldn’t believe how scary the scars looked after they healed. Thank goodness I had surgery to fade them lat- er…”
Andrea knew all about the arm injury.
Because that day, she’d seen Maureen. She’d asked Maureen about it afterward…
Before, Sean would’ve believed Andrea without question. Now, he was doubtful.
Back then, the girl who saved him had told him repeatedly: “You have to be strong.”
Not “don’t be afraid.”
He remembered those words clearly, even now.
After dinner, before leaving.
Sean looked deeply at Andrea, his voice heavy with meaning: “Andie, after all this time together, you should know me well enough by now.”
“What I can’t stand most is being lied to.”
Andrea watched Sean walk away ahead of her.
Andrea was a bit scared, but then she thought, Maureen was already dead.
With the witness gone, if Sean found anything, she could just deny it to the death, right?
Sean returned to the Robson residence and immediately ordered an investigation into that year’s events.
Back when Andrea claimed to be his savior, he hadn’t dug deeper–after all, no one else had stepped forward saying they’d rescued him.
But now, he’d discovered…
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He hoped he wasn’t mistaken.
Outside Pearl.
Geoffrey sat in his car, lighting one cigarette after another.
Today, he’d visited Maureen’s old place–now completely deserted.
He’d sent people to track Maureen’s whereabouts, but so far, nothing.
Geoffrey stubbed out his last cigarette, a headache pulsing.
Stepping out of the car, he pushed the door open–and there was that familiar silhouette.
Geoffrey’s eyes sharpened. He lunged forward, ready to pull her into his arms.
But the moment he reached out, the figure vanished…
Only then did Geoffrey realize it was a hallucination.
Sinking onto the sofa, he masked the disappointment in his eyes and rubbed his temples.
He hadn’t slept a wink last night, exhaustion weighing heavy.
Yet leaning back now, sleep wouldn’t come.
He refused to believe Andrea was gone…
How could she die?
Just last night she was fine…
A knock sounded. Geoffrey quickly got up and opened the door.
It was Sean.
He held thick medical files, looking utterly exhausted.
“Geoffrey, I brought Maureen’s medical records from these years.”
He handed over the files.
Geoffrey took them, stunned to see over a hundred pages.
He opened the file. Most of Maureen’s treatments started three years later…
Geoffrey flipped through page after page.
Sean sat across from him, blurting out:
“Geoffrey, Maureen’s really gone.”
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