Chapter 66

• Marcel stood facing the beautiful strange woman and for a lengthy seconds both of them just stood staring at each other with the lady smiling and staring deep into Marcel's eyes. Marcel needed no one to tell him the lady standing in front of him was the young girl he was having flashes of. The one playing with a younger version of himself. The resemblance is undeniable but Marcel couldn't help but wonder why he knew nothing of the lady or remembered any of those memories until now. Maybe it's not his own memory and that young boy isn't him. Maybe this was some sort of vision.
• Yes it has to be. Marcel concluded within.
• “You. You are the one writing me those letters?" Marcel asked but it was more of a statement than a question.