Days dragged into weeks.
Weeks stretched into months. Months rolled right into years. But still, absolutely zero memories ever popped back up.
No family members.
No real name.
No history at all.
I figured out how to just live with a story that literally started on freezing wet pavement.
That honestly sounds way simpler than it actually was.
Early on, I checked out people’s faces everywhere I went.
I stared right through city bus windows. I watched moms holding onto their little kids’ hands. I checked out guys in business suits walking across the road and tried to guess if any of them used to know who I was.
Anytime a lady stopped walking anywhere near me, my chest got super tight. I’d think maybe she would gasp out loud. Maybe she would finally say, “Oh, there you are.”
