We were finally on the road, headed back to the beautiful city of Manhattan. I didn’t realize how much I would miss the city until I had been away for days. I grew up in the country, and being out here made me long for home until I realized that I didn’t even know where home was for me as a child. Getting my memories back only pertained to Wyatt and Greyson. Sharing our memories, we built together, but nothing that I had made before them. Part of me hoped that whatever the witch had done to me would have dissipated once my life ended. I wasn’t so fortunate because I still didn’t have my full memories back, and I was dead as possible. I wanted to turn my head to look at Greyson as he drove, but I feared that he and Wyatt would be communicating. I didn’t hear anything in my head,
