Molly
I lie still on the bed, staring at nothing.
Everything feels… wrong.
My head throbs dully, like something is pressing against the inside of my skull. Every time I try to remember anything beyond what I already know, the pain sharpens instantly. Like my brain is warning me not to push.
Don’t go there.
It makes no sense.
That man said I lost months of memories. Months. That’s not something people just forget. That only happens in movies… not in real life. Not to me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying again.
Nothing…just pain.
A frustrated breath leaves me as I stare at the ceiling again.
Apparently, according to Amber, that man… Charles… is her friend. They said we were heading to her house when the brakes failed. My car is bad, so he drove us instead.
That’s what they told me.
