"Five years," Elena whispered, staring at her reflection in the hospital window.
Her hair was shorter now, her face paler, and her eyes—those same gray eyes—carried a quiet fire.
Dr. Mason adjusted her chart.
"You've made a miraculous recovery, Ms. Moore. But…" he hesitated, "…there's no record of you ever being admitted before. Are you sure you don't remember anything from before the accident?"
Elena smiled faintly. "Some things are better left forgotten, Doctor."
Outside the ward, a small boy pressed his face against the glass.
Ethan's eyes sparkled like sunlight after rain.
When she looked at him, Elena's heart softened.
Her son. Her reason to live again.
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Two months later.
The seaside town of Windmere was quiet, far from the chaos of the city.
Elena worked at a small community clinic under her new identity, "Elena Carter," while Ethan attended preschool nearby.
Life was simple—almost peaceful.
Except for the dreams.
Every few nights, Ethan would wake up trembling, saying,
> "Mommy, I saw him again. The man from my dreams."
Elena would hold him close, whispering,
> "Dreams can't hurt us, sweetheart."
But deep down, she felt uneasy.
Because in her dreams too—
there was a man standing in the rain,
reaching for her, whispering her name.
🌫 Suspense Focus: Can she really hide her identity forever?
Hook Sentence:
> "Mommy, I saw him again… the man from my dreams."