Chapter 112 Shadows Of Memory

• The walls of her bedroom felt different now not because they had changed, but because she had. Zara traced her fingertips across the pale cream wallpaper, the familiar ridges that used to comfort her. They didn’t anymore. They felt foreign, like she was standing in a place she was supposed to know but couldn’t quite belong to.
• She had been home for a week since leaving the hospital, but it still felt like she was living inside a story told to her by someone else. The photographs on the wall, the sketches of handbags she remembered drawing, the soft perfume of her mother now lingering in the hallway they were all pieces of a life she recognized in fragments but couldn’t tie together into something whole.
• And then there was Leo.