Ava's eyes wandered through the old photo album, the faded Polaroid transported her to time she thought she has left behind. The laughter, the memories, the adventures - they all seemed distant now.
As she turned the page, a particular photo caught her attention. A group of friends, arms around each other, smiling at the camera.
Ava's eyes lingered on the faces, each one evoking a memory or a story.
She stopped at a photo of herself and her best friend, Rachel. They were standing in front of a sunset, arms around each other, grinning from ear to ear. Ava's heart swelled with nostalgia.
That was before everything changed.
Ava's thoughts drifted back to the present, and she felt a pang of sadness. She hadn't seen Rachel in years, not since...
Ava's mind shied away from the memory, but it lingered, refusing to be ignored. The pain, the loss, the betrayal - it all came flooding back.
She closed the album, the memories still swirling in her mind. Ava knew she had to move on, to leave the past behind. But something about that photo album had stirred up old wounds.
Ava's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She hesitated before answering, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ava speaking.
The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, the words sending a shiver down Ava's spine.
Ava we need to talk.