"So how were your parents when they died?"
"They lived a good life," I replied. "Very kind. They loved everyone."
"Did you know them? Your real parents?"
"Yeah," I mumbled. "They worked at the same place that I worked at before I moved here. You remember, right?"
"Ya... yeah, of course I do," Luke said. "Your dad came to see me when I was sick with the flu."
I frowned at him. How did he manage to remember that? Did he really forget that night like I did? That was another thing I would have liked to know about him. If only I knew what really had happened between the night when I left home and the night when I first got here! But of course I wasn't stupid enough to believe that it had just been one night; I knew better than that. The only logical explanation I had for the events of that
