Amelia’s POV
Annette.
That was my name. When Jake told me, I asked him to repeat it again, unsure if I heard it right the first time. It didn’t feel right, but then again, nothing really did. I’d been feeling out of sorts since I woke up in this strange place, when Healer Eve and Dr. Wyatt started talking to me like we were friends.
I’d been training to be a Healer apparently. Gods, I didn’t remember any of this.
It was almost too much for me. Yet, the familiarity and safety I felt with Jake and… Mom and Dad… kept me steady in a hurricane of emotions. Innately, I knew I could trust them. I had no evidence of that, but I still understood it to be true.
They must have been my family. My name must be Annette, and I must have been raised alongside Jake and Sienna, the sister I hadn’t met
