Cynthia Dion:
"To the basement? What's down there?" I tried to maintain a light-hearted smile, attempting to reassure myself, but his tension was palpable.
"I need to show you something," he replied, already walking away before I could make a decision.
I didn't really have a choice. If I wanted to understand what was happening to me, I knew I had to trust him. He was the only one who could help me unravel the mysteries about myself. So, I followed him into the basement.
He led me down a dark staircase, using his cellphone's flashlight as our only source of illumination until we reached the bottom, where he turned on the lights.
"Oh!" I nearly gasped too loudly as I beheld an antique library. Everything here seemed ancient, but upon closer inspection, it was merely rusty. The furniture
