WHO IS MAYA GREEKSTONE

anything. Her name, her family, her friends-everything was a blank slate. A gentle voice interrupted her frantic thoughts. "Welcome back, Maya. You've been asleep for a while." Maya turned t

carved box on her nightstand. "What's that?" Maya asked, her curiosity piqued. Mrs. Blackwood hesitated before responding, "That's...a gift from your family." Maya's fingers brushed against the box's delicate patterns. A sudden chill ran down her spine. "Why don't I remember anything about my family," Maya whispered, feeling a deep sense of loss. Mrs. Blackwood's expression turned sympathetic. "Don't worry, Maya. You'll be fine. Until then, let's focus on getting you