CHAPTER 98

The air fell quiet for a moment.

I sat on the couch, my fingers tensed up. "What?"

I thought I heard it wrong.

Or, could it be possible that my memory was wrong?

I recalled that I was in 12th grade that year. I was exhausted after all my studies, so I fell

asleep as soon as I got into the car.

In my memory, Dad drove for a long way. I couldn't remember where we were headed, but I remembered lying on Mom's lap, sleeping soundly.

"Turn down the music. Sophia's sleeping." I vaguely heard Mom softly scolding Dad.

"Andy asked me to meet at the Hymn Bridge. Let's head over there."

I couldn't quite recall Dad's exact words, but I remembered feeling excited to meet

someone.

"Isn't that Andy's car?" Mom asked.