VICTORIA POV
Month Twenty-Six
I woke up one morning and couldn't remember my mother's face.
Not clearly. Just impressions. Dark hair. Kind eyes. A smile.
But the details were gone. Faded. Like an old photograph left in the sun too long.
I lay in bed, Brighton still asleep beside me, and tried to remember. Really remember.
Mom's voice. Her laugh. The way she'd looked at me.
Nothing came. Just empty spaces where memories should be.
I got up quietly. Went to the bathroom. Locked the door.
Stood at the mirror. Looked at Victoria's face. This stranger who'd replaced Elena.
And I couldn't remember what Elena had looked like either. My old face. Gone. Completely gone from my memory.
Who was I?
I didn't know anymore.
Was I Elena playing Victoria? Or Victoria with dim memories of being Elena? Or something else entirely? Something new and unrecognizable?
I pressed my palms against the sink. Breathed. In and out.
This was temporary. The memory loss. The confusion.
