Camila's POV:
Richard says I should remember who I am on my own that he has no answers for me.
Here am I, all evening, sitting in bed in deep contemplation. I've been seated like this all for about two hours now. Thinking and thinking and doing more thinking.
I haven't been able to come up with anything except my name, and a bunch of random memories with my father. .
I sighed heavily, rubbing my closed eyes. I was starting to get a headache and I hadn't even gone far yet. This won't do. This just won't do. I have to dig deeper, into the darkest trenches of my mind and figure all of this out for myself.
"What are you doing?"
I looked up, Mark was standing in the doorway. He had a furrowed look on his brow as he stared at me. I must have been one hell of a sight, sitting in the midd
