“We need to solve this case now!” My boss, Mr.Malick, shouts “If we don’t we will be put out of business, what kind of detective agency are we if we can’t even solve a case!”

“Sir?” My coworker Alan says “This murder happens 5 years ago, why are we working on it now?”

The certain murder we are talking about is the grand murder of Mohanna Kait. Mohanna Kait was a celebrity who was known for ruining companies. Everyone hated her but that’s not a reason to murder her.

“Good question, Aden,” Alan cringed when Mr.Malick got his name wrong “if we solve this case it will put this agency on the map. So I am putting Parker, Hannah, Alex” Alan cringed at his name being mistaken again “and lastly Eva.”

My ears perked up when my name was called. Finally I can prove myself. This is what I’ve been waiting for.

“Okay everyone, meeting concluded.” Malick said.

Alan ran up to me exited to finally be put up for a job.

“This is going to be great, I finally got put into the field!”

“Calm down Alan, Parker and Hannah are much more experienced than us.” I say “There’s a very small chance we will solve the case.”

“Don’t be such a party pooper Eva.” he says with a smile still plastered to his face “I’m going to go celebrate, see you later.”

I wave goodbye and walk to my office to grab the case files. I then walk to my car and think “What if I can do this?”. It’s a very small possibility but it’s fun to think I can be successful.

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The next morning I wake from a nightmare in a cold sweat. In my dream I saw the dead woman Mohanna. I saw the murder from the murderers point of view. I shudder and rub my eyes and get up for the day. I put my dark hair on a high ponytail then go downstairs for breakfast.

Today I will be working from home on the case. I go to my home office and open the case file holding anything that has to do with this murder. Time to get to work.

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I don’t get it. After hours and hours the clues seem to paint an image. I’ve found the name of the murderer but it can’t be her. It can’t be her because….I am her.

All of those dreams that haunt me aren’t dreams, they’re memory’s.

I can’t believe I would ever do that but then it comes to me. It’s so very simple.

I have forgotten.