Chapter 52

Who did that familiar yet foreign voice belong to? After that car accident when I was 18 years old, who did I remember? I had this feeling that I had forgotten someone very important, but why couldn't I remember? "Stephie…" Steve held his throat in pain. He gave me a heated stare before searching the room in a frenzy again. Finally, under the towel, he found a bracelet. I stared at the bracelet in surprise. It was the bracelet that I gave to the thief and also the bracelet that the murderer put on his victim's body… But the police had already found the victim. The bracelet should be with the police. Could it be that it was just the same design? Or could it be… that the one on the corpse's wrist was fake? As Steve held the bracelet, the rage faded from his body. Instead, he found a corner to curl up in, like a wounded animal licking its injuries. I took a few deep breaths to force myself to calm down. Last night, while I was unconscious, some memories that didn't belong to me