History Repeating Itself
I hadn't thought about that moment in years, not until I passed the energy bar to Chaka. Then the floodgates opened, and it was like I was back in that cave on Abydos, on the cusp of a huge change in my life, scared to death.
Both times a woman helped to save me.
But this time, the smile that made my heart skip a beat was paired with blue eyes, not brown; blonde hair, not black.
It didn't matter; my feelings were the same.
I study history. It's my life. I just never realised how it could repeat itself.