Asking questions
“You know her, don’t you?” Kevin asked, his voice softer now, careful not to break the fragile air between them. The man didn’t reply in words, but his firm nod was answer enough. Kevin frowned, unsettled. “But she doesn’t seem to recognize you. How can that be?” Another nod followed, slower, deliberate. The answer was coming, Kevin could feel it, but when it came, it was soaked in pain.
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