Her dirty boot digs into the soil as she waits for me to recognize her. She finally sighs and mutters her name. "Natalia". Natalia? I rack my brain in search of the name. And then a flood of realization and shock rushes into my lungs along with the oxygen and my work-file drops to the floor. My eyes bulge out, and the veins around my throat tighten. I should have never forgotten her in the first place. Yes, this is Natalia, the girl I'd killed in high school.