Nathan's POV
Isabella's voice was sharp, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"What's that?" she asked, as her fingers hovered over the keyboard.
I stared at the screen, my heart racing in a way I couldn't quite explain.
"Wait, don't scroll past," I said quickly, leaning in closer. "Go back to the previous profile you just opened."
She sighed, giving me a sidelong glance. "Alright, Nathan. Back to Eliza, right?"
The name sat there, bold and unassuming, I saw correctly.
"That's Eliza," I breathed out, almost to myself.
"Her? You know this person?"
"Yes… Yes, I do, I know her from way back."
"There are lots of Elizas out there. How can you be sure this is the one you knew back then?" she asked, and I hated how logical she sounded because she was right. It might not be her.
Still, the moment I saw that name, I knew. Something in my gut twisted, pulling me back to the past. All the way back.