Marsai:
My mind went completely blank.
I stood frozen, staring at the man before me. He was older—probably in his fifties—but what really sent a chill down my spine was how much he resembled Hana. The same sharp features, the same piercing gaze. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he was her father.
But that was impossible.
Hana had always told me she didn’t have a father. Every time I asked, she’d shut the conversation down, her voice laced with sorrow.
And then, one day, with tears in her eyes, she finally told me the truth—her father had died in a car accident when she was thirteen. The memory was too painful for her to talk about.
So if she wasn’t lying… then who was this man standing in front of me?
A ghost?
In shock, I took a hesitant step forward, my eyes darting nervous
