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Picking up the bag of crisps and a glass of water, I head out the front to sit on the step and watch my new neighbours move in next door.
    I can see from the back of the removal truck that they’re nearly done. There’s still no sign of the family who’s moving in here and I wonder how they know where to put everything. Just as I’m thinking this, a car pulls into the drive, a man and two kids inside. I watch as they all hop out, the voices of a boy and girl arguing in that playful way I’ve seen between brothers and sisters at school. I can’t see what they look like yet; the trees in the front yard are blocking them.
    “Rachel, stop,” a boy’s voice says and I can’t help but smile, thinking at least one of them is a girl. Maybe she’ll be my age.
    “Hurry up,” the girl called Rachel says as she comes skipping down the path to the front door.
    The boy follows after her. I turn to look at him at the exact same time as he turns to look at me. We both freeze, our eyes wide as we take each other in.
    “Evie?” he says at the same time as I open my mouth and say, “Ben?”
    I don’t know how much time passes or whether it just stops completely. But it doesn’t matter, because right in that very second, I work it all out.
    With just one look, one word spoken, I am hit with a flood of memories so powerful, I almost gasp for air. Suddenly, the very second our eyes meet, I remember. I remember everything .
    Ben.
    There’s Ben Foster.
    And with the memory of him, comes the memory of so many things. Memories of things I didn’t even realise I’d forgotten.
    Memories of a life when I was called Evie Roberts.
    Memories of a life when a young boy called Ben Foster promised to look after me as he walked me to school.
    Memories of a life with a boy called Ben Foster who rescued my cat, Mr Kitty, from the tree.
    And memories a life where a boy called Ben Foster gave me my first kiss.
    How has this happened?
    “Evie?” he says again as he walks towards me now. “Is that really you?”
    I haven’t moved from the step, but I’m nodding at Ben, trying to tell him that yes, it is me. Although it felt like everything changed a year and a half ago, I never thought I changed. I thought I was the same person. I mean I looked the same as I remembered; I just seemed to live somewhere else, with people and a home I didn’t recognise. But underneath it all, I always knew I was me, I always knew I was still just Evie. But, I’ve never had anyone to ask, so I couldn’t ever be entirely sure. But now Ben is here and he knows exactly who I am. And now, so do I.
    “You remember me?” I ask, when he’s only two steps away from me.
    Ben stops. “Of course I remember you, where have you been, Evie?” he asks.
    He remembers me. Somehow, this boy called Ben Foster, remembers me. Did he suddenly get all of his memories back, just like I did? Or did he never forget me in the first place?
    “Have you remembered me all this time?” I ask.
    Ben shakes his head at me, but it’s not in denial, it’s more in confusion, as though he can’t understand what’s happening. “Of course I have,” he says, crouching down in front of me. “How could I possibly forget you, Evie?” he says as though it’s all so obvious. “You’re the one who suddenly just disappeared overnight. What happened?”
    I’m staring at this boy who hasn’t forgotten me. At this boy who not only remembers me, but who noticed that I went missing. I shrug. “I don’t know, we moved,” I say, even though this isn’t entirely true.
    Ben smiles now. “So did we,” he says, gesturing to his new house. “Isn’t it lucky that we ended up moving next door?”
    I smile at him as I say, “Yeah, really lucky.”

12th April 1986
    Ten years old

    The first ping hits my window before I even open my eyes. I smile, knowing who it is. I sit up in bed and pull the blinds open. Looking across the gap between our two houses, I see the boy standing in the window