Lately, Lucas couldn’t shake the strange visions—salt in the air, the shriek of seagulls, the rhythmic slap of small feet on a metal gangway. They came without warning, flickers of memory so vivid they felt borrowed. Like echoes from a life he couldn’t remember living.
He had never given much thought to his early childhood. The years before age six had always been a quiet blur, and for the most part, that hadn’t bothered him. But today—on Thanksgiving, surrounded by warmth and laughter—he felt like a story missing its first chapter. And for the first time, the silence of those missing years unnerved him.
Still, Lucas smiled, made small talk, and tried to lose himself in the swirl of family voices and the comforting scent of cinnamon and roast turkey. What he didn’t know—what no one could have known—was that this Thanksgiving would unlock everything. That by the end of it, his life would be nothing like he remembered it to be…….