MICHAEL

The journey to my parent’s house is silent since I'm lost in thought. It has been ages since I last saw my parents after losing my memories; however, today I need my mother.

The city lights blur by the window as my mind races to think of every scenario, every mistake I've made in the past few years.

By the time the car stops in front of the familiar mansion, my chest is constricted, my jaw clenched. I get out, smoothing my jacket, but there is no use trying to smooth my chaotic thoughts. Collins hangs back a few steps, quiet, watchful, and guarding.

I take a deep breath...