Dimitri
Weeks passed at the farm.
Maria and Luna took care of me like I was part of their family. They fed me, cleaned my wounds, and made sure I rested.
My head was healing slowly. It was less painful now, but my memories never came back.
I still did not know who I was.
Maria said I could stay as long as I needed. "You are welcome here," she said kindly. "Until your memories return. Or until you are ready to start a new life."
Luna was always around me. She brought me food, changed my bandages and sat with me when I could not sleep.
"You should rest more," she would say. "The healer said you need time."
But I could not rest. My mind would not let me.
I spent hours trying to remember who I was, why I was in an accident. Was it just a random accident? Or had som
