Chapter Twenty One

Justin's POV

My heart raced as I laid eyes on Ayva, disbelief and confusion washing over me.

How could it be? Ayva passed away five years ago, and I vividly remember attending her funeral. Yet, here she was, standing before me.

My brows furrowed as I carefully examined her face, searching for any subtle clues that might indicate that she wasn't Ayva but someone who looked like her.

The thoughts were interrupted by her voice when she asked,

"How do you know my name?"

The voice was unmistakably Ayva's. A chill went down my spine as realized that it was really her.

Confusion clouded my mind. I had so many questions I wanted to ask.

Why doesn't she remember me? And why was she confined to a wheelchair?

I was concerned and curious, desperately trying to figure out the mystery that was before me.

Interrupting my thoughts, a lady's voice called out from behind me, "Ms. Ayva, we need to leave." The lady reached for the handle of Ayva's wheelchair, ready to whisk her away.

"Wait!" Ayva