The sun had just begun to rise on the horizon, its golden rays filtering through the slightly drawn curtains of my room. The house was still silent, lulled by the calm of a day that was just beginning. I had woken up long before the others, unable to push away the swirling thoughts that invaded my mind.
It's been almost seven months now. Seven months since I was found. Anna and Paolo gave me a home, a new life, a name. But no one had come looking for me. Not a call, not a familiar face in the village streets. Nothing.
I stood in front of the mirror, observing my reflection. The features of my face were still so unfamiliar to me. Who was I? Why had no one looked for me? These questions had become a constant, crushing weight, and more recently, a frightening truth had begun to impose itself on me.
