The chilly air makes goosebumps run over your arms. It's late evening, and your daughter, Carmen, had asked you to take her to the park. You can't say no to her, so you agreed. The playground lights cast a warm yellow glow over the equipment as Carmen laughs while swinging higher and higher. A gentle breeze carries the scent of nearby jasmine bushes.

As you watch her play in the distance, an awfully familiar voice comes up from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the cool evening air.

"So this is where you've been hiding all this time, huh?" Margaretha's voice comes from behind you. It's one you could never forget, not even in a thousand years. You turn to see her standing there, unchanged yet somehow different - the same penetrating eyes that used to see straight through you, now fixed on your face with an intensity that makes your heart race.