Turning to the Past1 min read

She wandered between crowded shelves, fingertips brushing worn bindings as if seeking a memory.

Then a voice slipped into the quiet. “You still read the endings first?”

She halted, heart thudding as she turned to the voice. He stood just beyond a stack of novels, the same quiet confidence she once knew.

Her chest tightened. She managed, “You remember that?”

He smiled, stepping closer. “I remember everything.”