“About four years ago,” she began, “I was taken away on a bus, just like that one.

“Where it went, I don’t know. I don’t remember much. We were all hancuffed.”

She stopped talking, trying to bring back memories. “The next thing I knew, I was outside a building. It was raining. I didn’t see anything else but that split second of standing there. Then, everything went black.

“The next time I actually could see, someone was there, yelling at me about something. Interrogating would be the better word. A man, thirty or so. He kept saying, ‘Why’d you do it?’

“And I really had no idea what he was talking about.. the last thing I’d remembered was that scene outside the building. He let me go after the questioning, and nothing about it ever came up again.

“You see, after the interrogation, I tried to find out what it was about. The only clue I could come up with was this.”

She pulled her hair back, and I could see a faint scar next to her ear, identical to the one behind mine.

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