“She’s gone.”
“Gone? How gone?”
“She turned into an alley near the fabric stalls and disappeared. I searched everywhere. She’s fast.”
Mika leaned back against the seat, his eyes fixed on the crowd, his mind racing.
That little girl was no ordinary child. She had vanished like a shadow, leaving behind only questions—and a necklace that belonged to him.
Mika did not sleep that night.
The image of the little girl, her worn school uniform, the necklace, the absent father—it all haunted him.
The next morning, he came back, but this time with his hands full.
He had brought a small bag. Inside were schoolbooks, beautiful black shoes, a teddy bear, a lunch box, and two illustrated storybooks.
He found Hope in the same place, holding her tray of yams.
As always, when she saw him, her eyes narrowed.
“You came back.”
“I told you, I’m not a bad man.”
He gently placed the bag in front of her.
“What is it?” she asked suspiciously.
“Open it,” he said softly.
She peeked inside and let out a cry of surprise.
Books. Shoes. A teddy bear. Everything new and shining.
Her suspicion softened.
“Is this really for me?”
Mika nodded.
“If you’ll accept it.”
“Yes.”
She looked down, then up at him again.
“If you’re not bad, I’ll take you to see my mommy. But no lies. If you lie, I’ll never talk to you again.”
He smiled.
“Okay.”
They walked in silence along winding paths until they reached a small, ruined hut at the edge of the village. The walls were cracked, the roof patched with rusted metal sheets and old fabric.
Hope knocked gently.
“Mommy, someone came.”
The wooden door creaked open.
A tired woman stood there, her skin pale with fever, her eyes half-closed—until they met Mika’s.
She froze.
He looked at her.
Something passed through her eyes.
Something from another time.
The woman at the door did not speak. Her hand trembled against the frame. Her breathing quickened.
Fever, or fear?
Mika did not know.
He took a step forward.
“You must be her mother. I’m Mika.”
She cut him off with one word.
“Grace.”
He blinked.
“Sorry?”
“My name is Grace,” she said in a dry, weak voice. “Not just her mother.”
Mika nodded, polite, but still wondering why she was looking at him like she had seen a ghost.
But for Grace, it was no ghost.
It was him.
Flashback.
Seven years earlier.
A small city club. Loud music. Dim lights.
She was young, happy, dancing alone, laughter in her chest. He was at the bar in an immaculate black suit, watching her with intensity.
They talked, drank, and danced until the music stopped.
In the privacy of a hotel room, he gave her a necklace.
“This necklace is for the strongest girl I’ve ever met,” he whispered.
That night, she gave him her body.
The next morning, he was gone.
No words. No number. No name.
Only silence—and the necklace.
Back to the present.
Grace stared at him now, her voice trembling.
“You don’t remember, do you?”
Mika frowned.
“Sorry… have we met before?”
Grace let out a bitter laugh.
“No. You don’t remember. But I remember everything. And now you will remember too.”
Mika sat on a small wooden stool in the tiny room. The air smelled of herbs, smoke, and sickness.
Hope poured water into a cup and set it near her mother’s mat.
“Mommy, drink. You’re sweating again.”
Mika watched in silence, then turned to Grace.
“How did your daughter get that necklace?” he asked softly but firmly.
Grace lifted her eyes, her lips dry. She hesitated, then said, “I found it on the ground near the market.”
Mika leaned forward, staring into her eyes.
“That’s not true. This jewelry is unique. I had only one made. I gave it to someone years ago.”
Grace looked away.
“Maybe I got lucky. Things get lost, you know.”
Her hands trembled slightly.
Mika saw it clearly.
She was hiding something.
Then she began to cough—a deep, painful cough from the bottom of her chest.
Hope rushed to her side, rubbing her back.
“Mommy, rest.”
Mika stood and pulled a thick envelope from his jacket.
“There is money here for medicine, for food.”
Grace pushed the envelope away.
“I do not need your charity.”
He frowned.
“This is not charity.”
She looked at him, her voice sharp despite her weak body.
“You cannot come back after all this time and try to fix things with money. Keep it.”
Mika said nothing, but inside, he felt the weight of something unfinished.
This woman was hiding a truth.
And he would not leave until he knew it.
Mika came back the next day.
Then the day after.
And the day after that.
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