Then, the chair creaked.
The footage on the tape wasn't hers. But as she hit play, the static cleared, and she saw a woman who looked exactly like her—same mole under the left eye, same nervous habit of twisting a strand of hair—sitting in this very room, ten years ago. heyzo heyzo-0614 part1
Her mother? The woman who’d vanished when Yuki was six? Then, the chair creaked