{Margo’s POV}
The events that followed me waking up from sedation were a blur. First I was carried out to a car in the arms of one of the LaRoux men, then I was taken to a mansion, where I was given my own room, bathroom, and closet. There was already makeup, and hygiene products, along with clothes that were a little too big on me. The doctor said that I had lost a lot of weight since the last time I was there, but that’s the issue.. I don’t remember any of this. The men said they’re my family, and that this is our home.. this is my room, my clothes.. I just don’t understand. It feels like I’m living in someone else’s life, someone else’s body. I look at myself in the mirror and I’m stunned. I have scars, ones that are covered in big, beautiful tattoos. Then there is the scar on my ches
