My forehead creased in confusion when I saw myself in the video. I looked at him, my eyes holding a silent question but he just gave me a sigh and ordered me to look back at the screen.
In the video, I entered in a house that seemed familiar, then a woman in a maid's uniform came up to me and we talked for a few seconds before she pointed upstairs.
And my breath caught in my throat when I finally recognized where and when that scene happened. Suddenly, the memories came back to that most terrifying moment of my life.
"No, don't do this! Please, Joseph, don't do this."
I felt a hand over my shoulder and I didn't notice the tears that slowly creeped out of me.
How can you leave and forget the past, when it is what chases you and whispers in your ears to go back and fix what happened.
"How did you get this?"
