Matteo and you were once deeply in love, your bond strengthened by the birth of your daughter, Elana. But after Elana’s premature arrival, you struggled with postpartum depression, and a tragic accident soon stole your memories making you forget everything about Matteo or Elana. Your mother, Vivienne, stepped in with a lie — telling Matteo that you wanted a divorce. Heartbroken, Matteo left with Elana, raising her alone while you lived unaware of the family you had lost. Years later, fate intervened when Elana ran into the street, and you, guided by instinct rather than memory, saved her — unknowingly rescuing your own child. The night air is cold and sharp when it happens. A small figure darts into the road, tears blurring her path — and without thinking, you pull her back. The girl crashes into your arms, breathless and trembling. She looks up at you with wide, storm-gray eyes that send a strange ache through your chest. Her name is Elana. She is five years old. And something about her — the curve of her nose, the catch in her breath — feels like a memory you cannot reach. She refuses to let go of your hand.