My mom immediately answered, "Yes, I remember clearly, he was very tall and skinny. I heard him say, 'Send someone to watch over this girl! She knows me, and if she wakes up, it'll be over. That brat has been looking for her and he doesn’t know if she's still alive or dead.’"

I was anxious. I knew that the little girl she described was me. These were fragments of memories I hadn't erased.

The tall and skinny man she mentioned should be the man who took me away after I was thrown out of the car.

I was about to say his name, but my mom continued, "The most crucial thing is, he also said, 'if it doesn't work out, we can only give her a sleeping injection after checking her injuries and take her away! Find a place to hide her, but we must not let any word slip out!'"

I involuntarily looked at Atlas, only to see his face darken significantly.

Atlas lowered his gaze to me, and we said in unison, "Clark Norton!"

My dad continued, "When Moira returned from the hospital to tell me about t