Chapter 100: Muddled and Fragmented

She couldn't speak because of my mentioned name.

"Athara?!"

"I am not Athara. I will never be someone I haven't met in person. Let go of my hand," she said.

I kept staring at her while my hands were still holding her wrist. I didn't want to let her go. I know that there was something wrong with Eliana's personality. She was hiding something, I can sense that. I feel like she was my wife Athara.

As I held Eliana's hand tightly, my mind raced with confusion and uncertainty. There was a familiarity in her eyes that I couldn't place, a connection that seemed unbreakable. I needed to discover the truth, to unravel this mystery that consumed my thoughts.

In the sanctuary of the toy store's corner, hushed whispers mingled with the murmur of childlike laughter. It was the perfect place to seek answers, hidden away from curious onlookers and prying eyes. With cautious steps, I tugged gently on Eliana's hand, urging her to sit on a small, colorful bench tucked beneath a shelf of stuffed animal