Ayla
The car stopped in front of a house that looked like a palace.
Mom and Dad said I used to live here, but I had fallen down the stairs, hit my head really hard, and ended up in a coma for a month at the hospital.
The thing was… it didn’t feel like I had ever lived here before.
My chest felt tight, like the air around me suddenly became heavier. I gripped the straps of my backpack so hard my fingers hurt. Did I really live in a house this big?
“This is our home, and call me Papa.” He said.
“Okay, Papa.”
Honestly, I didn’t care what my parents said. What I needed right now were people who actually knew me. I couldn’t even remember my own name when I woke up in the hospital two weeks ago.
Mom said I could ask the people in this house about what I used to be like before the accide
