"Jessica, you're awake." The man's voice is familiar. He comes up next to me and I see it's Dr Cunningham, the doctor who took care of me after I fell and hit my head. "How are you feeling?"
I open my eyes more and realize that I have no idea where I am or how I got here. The room I'm in looks like a small office with plain white walls and short beige carpeting. Across from me is a large wooden desk and a wall of bookcases. I notice a strong leather smell and see I'm lying on a dark brown leather couch.
"Where am I?" I ask the doctor.
"You're just a few miles from Moorhurst. Your grandfather called me right after you passed out. Luckily I was still in town from seeing you earlier today." He smiles. "We really need to stop meeting like this."
"My grandfather?" I suddenly remember the sc
