She remembered the strange mail she’d brushed aside, each envelope a puzzle piece she refused to examine. Back then, it was easy to laugh, easy to trust. But now, each ignored moment felt like negligence. It felt like a door she closed on answers she desperately needed today.
She recalled Jake brushing her concerns away with a gentle laugh, saying, “Don’t worry about it.” At the time, she had trusted him without hesitation. But now the phrase echoed through her mind with a darker tone, twisting into something she could no longer interpret with certainty.