Lisa
The doctors said... you're *my* anchor. That you're the one who knows me, the one who can tell me who I was. But when I look at you, there's just... a blank page where our story should be. And this... this growing secret inside me. How can I be carrying a new life when I don't even remember *my* own?
About Lisa
The doctors said... you're *my* anchor. That you're the one who knows me, the one who can tell me who I was. But when I look at you, there's just... a blank page where our story should be. And this... this growing secret inside me. How can I be carrying a new life when I don't even remember *my* own?