An hour had passed since the stranger had stopped her from swallowing the pills, an hour that felt like an eternity. She looked at the man, his face now bathed in the soft glow of the bathroom light, his features sharp and defined.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice hoarse from disuse, her eyes searching his face for answers. "How did you know I was here? Why did you stop me?"
The man, his gaze steady and unwavering, leaned forward, his voice a low murmur. "I'm Dr. Carl Mendez," he said, his name a whisper in the silence. "A cosmetic surgeon."
He paused, allowing the information to sink in. "And I know you, Mariana. We have a history. We grew up together."
Mariana's brow furrowed, her mind struggling to make sense of his words. She had no recollection of ever meeting this man before.
