I observed my mom’s expression and knew there was something she wasn’t telling me.

“Mom, do you ever feel like you can’t remember your past?” I frowned and pondered. “Do you remember anything from your childhood? People often talk about theirs, but I don’t know mine.”

“How can that be? We lived in Dalston Park with your dad’s colleagues and some kids. Nothing unusual,” she reassured me. However, I knew she didn’t want to delve into it.

Suddenly, Atlas called. I answered and whispered, “Why ar