ELIAS
Gemma's mother sat in the chair opposite mine in my office, silently staring at nothing. Or should I say Katrina?
Where she used to have hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, her face was plump and full of life. She was no longer the captive in that room. The potion seemed to have even made her look beautiful.
Although she looked like Gemma's mother, I guessed that she was nothing like her. Months or probably years of captivity made Katrina behave like a shell.
There was nothing I could say to comfort her. My mother entered the room, ever the force. She sat down on the chair next to Katrina. She jumped in her seat scared.
"Now, let's get back to business," Madam Margaret said. "Your name is Ronnie. You forgot your memory and for the past few years, you've been living at an orphanage, r
