Ghost of a Memory

"Who is that?” I asked Clara. I kept my eyes on the woman with red hair as she walked away.

Clara gave a small, careless shrug. “I don’t know. Probably someone who works for the company.” She turned to look at me, her brown eyes searching my face. “Do you know her?”

“No. I don’t,” I said. I wasn't sure if that was completely true. But there was a small, nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I fe