I felt my knees weaken. “What?”
Daniel turned to her sharply. “What do you mean, ‘found’?”
“You had an accident,” she said quickly. “You were confused. You couldn’t tell us who you were. We took you in. We gave you a home.”
“You told me I was your son,” he said, his voice tightening.
Her lips pressed into a thin line. “We became your family.”
The silence that followed was heavy.
I stepped closer, my voice barely a whisper now. “You don’t remember anything? Not even… before that?”
He looked at me again, longer this time. His eyes softened, just slightly, like something inside him was trying to reach the surface.
“I don’t know you,” he said slowly, “but… when you talk, it feels like I should.”
He rubbed his temple again, his face tightening in discomfort. “There are… flashes sometimes,” he admitted. “Things I can’t explain. Places I’ve never been. A voice I can’t place.”
