My resistance was futile, and before long, exhaustion overtook me.
I was on the verge of collapsing, my vision blurring as the bodyguards effortlessly lifted me and carried me to the car.
Moments later, we arrived at the hospital.
As the nurse injected me with the amnesiac, a single tear slipped down my cheek.
Why did it still hurt so much to let go of this child? I thought I was ready. I thought I had prepared myself for this moment.
Just as the drug began to take effect, I caught a glimpse of my birth parents rushing in—only to be stopped outside as I was wheeled into the operating room.
