Elizabeth
The sun is warm on my skin as I wander through the hospital's compound, the light breeze lifting strands of my unkempt hair.
The grass is soft under my feet, and the scent of blooming flowers hangs in the air, but none of it feels familiar.
Nothing does.
My hands brush the rough texture of the stone wall beside me as I walk, trying to ground myself in something, anything.
I don’t know who I am.
I don’t know why I’m here.
I stop, staring at the horizon, the endless blue sky mocking the emptiness inside me.
Somewhere, there must be answers.
Somewhere, someone might know me, might care about me. But all I have is blackness—a void where my memories should be.
I hear her before I see her. Dr. Maggie. She’s walking toward me, her white coat catching the sunlight. She’s been k
