EMORY'S POV
I don’t remember much of my childhood before Silvergarde Prime. My memories are scattered, fleeting, like fragments of a dream I can’t quite piece together. My mom and I never stayed in one place long enough to create roots, let alone significant memories. We were always on the move.
Still, there are bits and pieces I do remember, moments when I was truly happy. I recall the sound of her laughter as she spun me around in an empty field, the way her voice would hum lullabies late at night, and the warmth of her hand holding mine as we walked through unfamiliar streets.
Earlier, during the storm, as the tornado whirred and rumbled, shaking the world around me while I was trapped in that elevator, the memories came flooding back—sharp and vivid, as if they'd been waiting for th
