Chapter 9

In my new life, I ran a cozy café in a small European nation.

The peaceful atmosphere and friendly locals made it easy to settle in. I'd formed bonds with many regular customers over time.

A few young men had shown romantic interest, but I politely declined their advances.

Perhaps as a defense mechanism, I rarely dwelled on my former life.

Sometimes, I'd wake from dreams of the past with tear-stained pillows.

I wondered if Kate had offered him excitement and novelty, while our years together, despite their passion, had become routine.

His interest waned, leaving him disillusioned. The hopes we once shared had long since faded away.

One day, the café door opened, and I reflexively called out a greeting.

But when I glanced up, I froze in shock.

There in the doorway stood an emaciated, sickly figure.

A flood of memories washed over me, leaving me stunned.