The car pulled up to the Kensington estate just as the sky began to dim into hues of blue and violet. Everything looked exactly as I remembered-or rather, thought I remembered There was something haunting about familiarity when your own mind felt like an unfinished puzzle.
I stepped out slowly, gripping the edge of the door. My muscles ached less than they had at the hospital, but a dull pressure still throbbed through my shoulder, as if my body remembered what my mind refused to. The doctor said the memory loss might be temporary... selective. A psychological block, maybe.
Funny how your own mind could betray you.
The staff lined up on the front steps like some royal welcome committee. I recognised faces, names floated in and out. But it all felt distant. Artificial. Like someone else'
