Chapter 0820

“Monday?”

“No, I mean… what’s the date?”

“August 15th.”

“What year?”

She laughed softly, as if I were playing some kind of joke on her.

“2003… Peter, what kind of prank are you trying to pull? Come on, get out of the bathroom. I need to pee, and you’re taking forever. And don’t forget–we have the appointment at 9:00 a.m. You said that would give you enough time to make it to your family’s monthly meeting!

My whole body went numb.

August 15, 2003.

This was the day I was supposed to die.

I barely registered what I was doing as 1 threw open the bathroom door. Mary stared at me, wide–eyed, clearly shocked. But I barely noticed.

Because I was more shocked than she was.

“Are you okay?” she asked, reaching out to touch my forehead.

“Yeah! I just woke up a little disoriented…” I lied, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Okay, well, hurry up and get dressed. We have to leave in a couple of hours. And don’t even think about walking around like that I don’t want you stirring up any of the girls. Remember, Aurora and a few of her friends stayed over last night.”

“Who?”

“Aurora and three other girls,” she says, looking at me strangely.

I just kissed Mary on the forehead. She leaned in, expecting me to kiss her on the lips, but for some reason, the very thought

phone and checked

August 15, 2003

kind of sick joke this was, but I knew this wasn’t real. I remembered parts of this day, and as far as I could recall, that crazy woman Aurora had never stayed over. She and I could barely stand being in the same space for

bathroom, I threw on my pajamas and stepped out of the bedroom. The house felt strangely warm, filled with the familiar scent of coffee–the kind of warmth and smell that

“Good morning, sir!”

voice behind

saw Agnes, the old housekeeper. She was holding a watering can–she must have just finished tending

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of the young ladies who stayed over beat me to it. She helped clean up the kitchen and started breakfast. The other

“…Who?”

told them they could stay over

in the kitchen

of the young girls. She’s quite handy–cooks

coffee… I’ll go grab

bring it to you. Shall I take it to your

answer, still

completely different from what I remembered Something felt off. I didn’t know what was happening, but something inside me told me to follow

walked toward the kitchen, my phone rang.

this voice.

“Peter…”

“Yeah?”

meeting. Can you review everything regarding my shares?”

“Yeah…”

“You okay?”

just

“What?”

everything you remember–is completely different from what’s

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