On Saturday, I returned home from the academy.Afternoon sunlight streamed through the kitchen window and cast warm patches of light onto the checkered tablecloth."Eat up, sweetheart." My mom, Marie Snow, added another spoonful of stew to my bowl.I smiled in protest. "I can't eat anymore, Mom. If I keep this up, I can't even run during training.""In that case, run a few more laps," my dad, Rufus Scarlett, chimed in. He looked up from his ledger and slid his glasses down his nose. "How's training going?""Pretty well," I replied and picked at my food. After a brief hesitation, I asked, "Oh, and Mom, Dad… before I got hurt two years ago and lost my memory, did I ever mention… anyone strange?"The dining table went quiet for a beat."Anyone strange?""Well, it's like this… I-I've met someone recently."I chose my words and carefully continued, "I don't remember him at all, but he seems to know me very well…"Mom set down her spoon and said, "For a few months before you got
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