ANNA

It was as if time had stood still. In front of the restaurant, I was almost without defense. The past came over me like an avalanche of memories, one more beautiful than the other. In my mind, there were dozens of them. They unfolded like a movie in which I was no longer the director or the leading actor, but I was just a spectator watching my own drama.

“Are you ready to go in?” Emily asked, pushing away a little of my fears and emotions. Why was I afraid? The truth was ...