She studied me like I was something… unfinished.
“Good.”
Her voice was steady.
“You’re awake.”
My heart raced violently.
“Where am I?!”
She didn’t answer.
Instead, she picked up a tablet beside her.
Tapped it once.
A screen lit up.
And then—
My breath stopped.
It was me.
But not now.
A child.
Sitting in a white room.
Crying.
“No… no, that’s not—”
“It is.”
Her voice cut through mine.
“You don’t remember.”
My chest tightened.
“Remember what?!”
She stepped closer.
“Your beginning.”
My pulse spiked.
“I had a beginning.”
A mother.
A life.
A grandmother—
