"Boo."
Ashley stared at Lucian as a tear rolled down her cheek.
She could only look at him, barely blinking, as memories she had hidden and protected from others—and even from herself—resurfaced and burst open like Pandora's box.
"How?" she whispered.
Her voice was nearly drowned out by the booming fireworks.
Lucian's soft eyes remained fixed on her, his lips curling into a faint smile.
"That..." He paused, finally tearing his gaze away from her and looking outside. "That wasn't your name."
Her breath hitched. The muscles in her neck tightened as she remembered the words she had spoken the first time she heard that boy's voice.
Or rather, the only time she heard it.
Not long afterward, Scott and several police officers had found her and dragged her back. She had never seen that boy again until recently, when someone introduced himself as that boy.
Questions flooded her mind. One after another until everything went blank.
All she could do was stare at him.
