(Elena POV)
I couldn't breathe. The words on the psychological profile document swam before my eyes as I read them again and again, hoping I had misunderstood something. But there it was in black and white: "Elena Morrison - Asset activation initiated 2023."
"This can't be real," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "My parents love me. They've always loved me. I remember my childhood, I remember.."
"What do you remember?" Anna asked gently, sitting down beside me on the couch. "Think carefully, Elena. What are your earliest memories?"
I tried to focus, but my thoughts felt scattered and strange. "I remember... I remember being in the Morrison house. Playing in the backyard. My mother makes pancakes on Sunday mornings."
"How old were you in these memories?"
"Five, maybe six."
