"Tamarakie. My name is Tamarakie."
Ebilade froze in place, his breath catching in his throat. The name echoed in his mind, Tamarakie. A flood of memories surged through him, vivid and bittersweet. He was a boy again, running through the dusty playground of his primary school, laughter filling the air as he chased after her. Her smile—bright and infectious—was etched into his memory, her laughter a melody he thought he'd forgotten. But as quickly as she'd entered his life, she disappeared, leaving behind an ache he could never quite explain.
For years, her name lingered, a whisper in the back of his mind. He'd tried to forget her, convinced himself that she was just a fragment of his childhood, a fleeting dream he'd never revisit. And yet, here she was—real, tangible, standing before him.