[The Lost and Found Series 01] • True Identity

I don’t know who I am.

I can’t remember my name, where I come from, or how I ended up in hospital with a bullet wound to my chest. When I think back, trying to reach for a memory, for something that can help me, all I see is a big black hole of nothing.

But I recall her voice…the sweet, angelic sound that reached out to me through the coffin of black, pulling me back to the light.

I might not know anything about my past, my life, my identity—but the moment I opened my eyes and stared straight into hers, I knew I wanted her. I knew there was no way in hell I would let her go.

Now I need to piece back together the missing fragments of my life so I can figure out where she fits into all of it, whether she has a place within all the uncertainty.

The only problem is, if your past is buried beneath a shroud of darkness, you have no idea whether it might come back to haunt you.