At the hospital, doctors worked quickly, their faces growing more horrified with every test. She was severely malnourished, her muscles barely developed, her bones fragile. But it wasn’t just her body that shocked them. It was her mind.
Dr. Leonard Hayes sat beside her bed hours later, speaking gently. “Can you tell me your name?”
She hesitated for a long time before whispering, “Emily.” Her voice sounded unused, like an instrument left to rot.
“How old are you, Emily?” he asked.
She looked confused. “I don’t know,” she said. And then she asked something that made his blood run cold. She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes and said, “What year is it?”
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