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May 14, 2026

Part 2: The Girl's Delayed Response

She simply looked at him—calm, steady, as if she had anticipated that question.

“My name?” she repeated softly.

He nodded, his grip tightening on the piece of bread. His heart was now pounding, louder than the traffic, louder than everything else.

The girl offered a small, almost timid smile.

“My mama says my name is Liana.”

The world seemed to pause.

The man’s face lost all color. His hand shook as the bread nearly slipped from his grasp.

“Liana…” he whispered.

That name was more than just a name.

It was a memory.

A promise.