The Doorway Effect

How do you know if you’re crazy? What if you’re actually on to something you’re not supposed to know, and being labeled “crazy” is just a way to bully you into submission? Layla peered between the slats of the blinds at the black car parked outside, its tinted windows hiding

It was parked out there for the last 3 days and convinced that someone is following her all day, she just doesn't know why. She racked her brain for many reasons and nothing came up until she remembered, one time she....

She what? She tried to grasp at the memory but it slithered past her fingers, back into the abyss of forgotten memories in her brain. She usually went back to whatever she was doing, but she knew this one was important. She needed to know why she felt like she was being stalked..

What was it that triggered the memory? Retrace - what was she doing, thinking, what...

…could have brought that moment to mind after so many years. She hadn’t thought of the ice, or his hands— no, she’d spent many years learning to put this away, to forget…

but she could never truly do that. The memories were too close to her heart, to her soul, as though it were only yesterday. There was only one solution to this eternal problem, one way to settle the emotional tectonics that had destabilised her for years. It was time for revenge.