Later that evening, Ivy sat alone in Xander's study, waiting for him to return.
The room was unusually quiet.
An untouched cup of tea rested on the coffee table while she sat on the sofa, absentmindedly staring at the notebook lying open in front of her.
Her mind, however, was miles away.
Ever since she had visited the burned house, fragments of memories had continued to surface.
They weren't complete. Just brief glimpses.
Laughter. Footsteps. Warm embraces.
And two names that refused to leave her mind.
June...
Luna...
She silently repeated them to herself.
June... Luna...
The names felt unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting.
She drew in a slow breath.
"So... before Hardley found me..." she whispered to herself, "my name was June."
The realization made her chest tighten.
"And Luna..."
A faint smile appeared on her lips before quickly fading.
"My little sister."
Unlike before, the faces she had seen were no longer blurry.
