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I stared at the news photo, my eyes widening as fragmented memones flickered through my mee
It felt like I was standing at the edge of a vast, endless ocean, the sound of crashing waves filling my ears. And then-
“Gabby-“He was calling my name desperately, his voice hoarse and filled with anguish
Who is he?
The images flashed too fast, slipping through my grasp no matter how hard I tried to hold on
A sudden, sharp pain shot through my skull. I sucked in a breath, forcing myself to focus on the headline.
[Vincent Hudson, President of Hudson Enterprises, Drunk Late at Night–Suspected Heartbreak?
“Vincent Hudson?” I unconsciously murmured, the name sending a jolt through my body.
‘The man in the news–was Vincent? What was the connection between us?
My fingers trembled against the screen again. My chest tightened, like an invisible hand was gripping my heart, suffocating until it ached.
“Gabrielle, you’re forgetting something important.” A voice whispered repeatedly in my mind.
Then, my gaze landed on another photo in the news, which caught my attention.
It was a woman–her back turned to the camera. I stiffened, my pupils contracting instantly.
‘That back–Why does it look so familiar? Is she–my sister?”
My breath hitched. A chilling sensation crawled up my spine.
It was a blurry silhouette, but something deep inside me screamed that the woman in the photo looked exactly like my sister.
“No way-” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Ryan told me my entire family was gone. That Claire was dead–then who was this woman in the picture?
“Was I just seeing things? Or–had someone been lying to me all along?”
My breath rushed over my phone as I frantically searched for more clues in the article.
as I was about to read further, the screen suddenly flickered–the news vanished.
But just as
“What the hell?”
Panic surged through me. I refreshed the page, immediately searching Vincent Hudson’s name again, but this time, only official reports popped up–his professional image scrubbed spotless.
All traces of his personal life had been completely erased, as if someone had deliberately wiped them away.
My stomach twisted.
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Who had the power to make something disappear so fast?
Lowering my phone, I exhaled shakily.
I needed to find out the truth about Vincent–one way or another.
Or maybe–it was time to go to Harborbrook myself.
That Night, I barely slept.
In my dream, I felt like I was being pulled in two different directions. Trapped between two unseen forc es. Both calling my name in hushed, desperate voices.
“Gabby, don’t go –”
“Gabby, you’re mine-”
I couldn’t see their faces clearly, but their voices cut through me, plercing straight into my soul.
I jolted awake, gasping for air, sweat dampening my skin.
“Was one of the men in my dream Vincent? What had happened between us?”
But the moment I tried to recall, a sharp pain shot through my head again.
Frustrated, I rubbed my temples before getting up.
The next morning, just as I was about to have breakfast, my phone buzzed.
I glanced at the screen–a text from an unknown number.
But the message sent a wave of alarm through me.
[Gabrielle, let’s meet.]
My brows furrowed and I quickly typed a reply:
[Who are you?]
The response came instantly:
[It’s Summer. We’ve met before.]
I froze, my fingers tightening around the phone.
‘Summer? How did she get my number?”
Suspicious, I typed back:
[How did you get my number? What do you want?]
Her response sent a shiver through me:
[You’ll understand once we meet. I have something important to tell you.]
“Something important?”
I bit my lip, a strange feeling creeping into my chest.
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What if she knew something about me–something I didn’t?”
Thesitated before replying.
if it’s that important, why not just tell me now?)
The next message sent a shiver down my spine:
[Some things can’t be discussed over the phone. If you really want to know the truth, come alone]
“The truth–7
The word sent my mind spiraling.
“Vincent. The woman in the news who looked like Claire, the missing memories. The news article that
vanished without a trace
“Did she really know something?”
My heart pounded as I made my decision. With trembling fingers, I typed:
[Alright. When and where?]
Her reply came within seconds.
A location. A meeting time.
I stared at the screen, my pulse pounding in my ears.
“Was I finally about to uncover the truth?’
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