Kaya’s pov
At least my son was old enough to remember a few basic facts about me. I learned from him our names. He was five years old, and according to him, I was fifty, although everyone was sure I wasn't yet fifty. He kept insisting that I was the Luna, although none of the hospital staff understood what he was talking about.
I believed him, although I didn’t understand what that meant. I was the Luna of an important group, and I had to return to them. Apparently, something tragic had happened to me, and I hoped that my return would help me remember what had happened. I was so desperate to know.
The police were investigating, as the nurse had first informed me. They were searching for both my identity and the offender. The ironic thing was that they were unable to locate any documen
