The air fell quiet for a moment.
I sat on the couch, my fingers tensed up. âWhat?â
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 couldnât remember where we were headed, but I remembered lying on Momâs lap, sleeping soundly.
âTurn down the music. Stephieâs sleeping.â I vaguely heard Mom softly scolding Dad.
âAndy asked me to meet at the Hymn Bridge. Letâs head over there.â
I couldnât quite recall Dadâs exact words, but I remembered feeling excited to meet someone.
âIsnât that Andyâs car?â Mom asked.
âThe orphanage has fostered two geniuses, and the superiors have high expectations for them. This is a good opportunity to promote our cause and inspire more people to join the public welfare movement. We have to raise awareness about orphaned and neglected.
childrenâ¦
Bang!
The moment Dad stopped the car, a loud bang echoed, and a powerful impact nearly threw me out of the car.
âStephieâ¦â
My final memory froze as Mom held me tightly, sheltering me in her arms.
Her blood mingled with mine.
âStephieâ¦â
âStay aliveâ¦â
âStephie⦠Stephie!â
But I couldnât recall anything beyond the crash. I was stunned the moment it happened.
I couldnât tell when it occurred, or how much time passed. It just felt as though time had frozen.
All I remembered was that when I regained consciousness, Michael was there beside me and was repeatedly calling my name.
I also vaguely remembered a figure rushing into the flames, risking his life to get Mom and Dad out of the carâ¦
And then, the figure gradually merged with Michaelâs.
Could it be that my memory was distorted?
Aunty Lois continued, âIt was the day of the award ceremony and the childrenâs graduation ceremony at Double Stars Welfare Home. Stephieâs parents and I had agreed to meet there. Then, when I saw the car accident on the bridge, I realized that Stephieâs parents and Andy Lincoln were involved in it.
âIt was a terrible accident. The Carlsons and the Lincolns were caught between a dump truck that was traveling in the wrong direction and an overloaded semiâtruck. The Lincolns were instantly killed.â
Aunty Lois sobbed and continued her story.
âAccording to witnesses, a teenage boy had bravely rushed into the flames to save Stephie. But when Stephie woke up, she couldnât recall who had saved her, so she assumed it was Mike.
âBut before I could tell Stephie the truth, Mike had already taken the credit⦠I was surprised, but I didnât want to meddle, so I I never imagined that it would bring harm to Stephie!â
I sat on the couch, bewildered.
I stiffly stared at Aunty Lois, feeling as if my head were about to explode.
Apparently, your own memory could deceive you, especially in times of immense trauma and shock.
The brain would fabricate false memories of the moments preceding unconsciousness.
I always thought that Michael was the one who saved me, and Iâd never once doubted it.
W/S And whenever I asked Michael about it, he would quietly concede too.
âMichaelâs father and I were on bad terms, so Mike never received the love he deserved from a young age. He knows how to possess, but not to love.â
Aunty Lois wiped her tears before continuing, âI was close friends with Stephieâs mom, so we arranged Mike and Stephieâs marriage carly on. We hoped to be inâlaws someday.
âMike was a rebellious kid with opinions of his own. And if he didnât like Stephie, he would never accept the arrangement. Yet, heâd quietly accepted it. So, I knew Mike liked Stephie. He really did!
Though he never admitted it.â