Aniya was sitting in the Civil Registry office along with her parents. She had expected the office to be clean and tidy, like they showed in movies, but it smelled of old files and fresh ink.
Sitting between Marissa and Rafael, she watched the officer as he tapped a form with his pen. His gaze shifted to each one of them before settling on her.
"So, Miss…" he glanced at the paper, "You were registered as Abigail before your… umm… disappearance…and after that, you were given the name Aniya Jakes. Am I right?"
Aniya nodded her head.
"Hmm," He narrowed his eyes as he ran his gaze through the old records on his PC, "The decision is yours—do you want to go back to Abigail, or should it be Aniya?"
Aniya hesitated for a moment. There was too much attachment to the name Aniya James. It had been her identity for most of her life.
While the name Abigail?
It might feel distant. However, unlike Aniya, the name didn't carry scars, those horrible whispers, and those traumas.
