Amanda Smith remained silent, staring at the USB drive in her hand without speaking.
Inside her heart, a sudden calm took over, as if something had reached its end, and now, there was nothing left to do but to continue moving forward.
It was all too late.
There was no turning back.
With a pained expression, she closed her eyes and clutched the USB drive tightly.
In the darkness, fragments of memory suddenly surfaced.
It was a bright, sunny morning, and she sat on a chair, swinging her little feet. A woman with long hair slowly approached from not far away, holding a fried egg and tenderly kissed her cheek, "Amanda, are you hungry? Mommy will make another egg for daddy, and then we can eat, okay?"
The cool touch of hair brushed across her face, carrying a faint fragrance, an unforgettable scent from the depths of her memory.
Looking up, she saw a pair of bright, gentle eyes.