The golden hue of the evening sky streamed softly into Eliana’s bedroom, painting the walls in warm light and turning the quiet space into a room full of questions. She sat on her bed, silently pulling out the photo that the strange man—who called himself Hunter Jackson—had slipped into her hand.

There was something about him. The way he spoke… the names he mentioned…

Why did they sound so familiar?

“Basketball? Strawberries?” Eliana murmured to herself.

She looked back down at the photo.

A woman with long brown hair was smiling warmly in the picture, hugging a little girl who looked exactly like her. Beside them, that man—Hunter—was laughing, his...