"So you mean to say… Kathrine, in our past life, staged everything just to get rid of me?" Anna asked, her voice trembling despite her attempt to stay calm. "But why? I always thought she knew about us—about you and me. Especially since you never came home. You never even tried to look for me."
The last words slipped out sharper than she intended.
Daniel went still. His jaw tightened, lips pressing into a thin line as he absorbed the weight of her accusation.
She hadn't meant to sound cruel. But the memories came rushing back too fast—endless nights spent staring at the door, longing to see him, days turning into months, and months into silence. The kind of silence that hollowed her out.
"I'm sorry," Daniel said quietly.
The apology stunned her. Not because she hadn't wanted to hear it— but because she had waited a lifetime for it.
Anna's breath hitched before she could stop it. "I didn't mean to hurt you," she said, her voice softer now, stripped of its edge.
