Chapter 6

The silver gates of Silvervale gleamed like polished moonlight as our car pulled through them, and I felt nothing. No recognition, no sense of homecoming—just the hollow echo of arriving somewhere that meant nothing to me.

My reflection in the window showed a stranger's face. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, and my skin had the pallor of someone recovering from a long illness. The medical bracelet on my wrist caught the afternoon sun, its surface engraved with words I couldn't quite focus on through the persistent fog in my mind.

"Dr. Calloway," the driver said, glancing at me through the…