A sense of unease hung in the air like a thick fog. Rosemary's mind echoed with troubling thoughts, stemming from a vivid dream that had turned her peaceful morning into a tempest of confusion and doubt.
"Who did I kill?" she whispered, barely audible. " And why did l kill that person?"
The weight of the question bore down on her, as if she were trying to lift a boulder with only her willpower. She
Nana tilting her head, her expression a mix of concern and confusion. Everything seemed off. At times, she ended up thinking that maybe the accident affected Rosemary mentally and now it was driving her insane.
"Why can't l remember?" Rosemary thought.
"I don't know what to think!" Rosemary exclaimed, clenching her fists. "It felt so real! Why can't I remember?" Panic began to seep into her voice like ink in water, blurring her thoughts even further.
