Memory returns
It wasn’t something she had experienced firsthand. Instead, the feeling came from something long ago, captured rather than lived. Emma pressed harder on the brake, her mind whirring as her eyes scanned the driveway again. Then it struck her—she had seen this before, tucked safely within the fragile pages of an old family photo album. Memory flashed against reality, and suddenly the driveway wasn’t just familiar. It was undeniably, hauntingly known.
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