Nate's POV:
I slowly opened my eyes but shut them back when the bright lights hit my face. My head hurt so much and my neck wasn't spared. I adjusted to the bright light at the second trial and sat up.
I was in the kitchen. 'Why would I fall asleep in here when I had a room? What happened to me?' I had so many questions running through my head but no possible answers for them.
My memory was blank like someone hit delete on some scenes and the more I tried to remember, the more my head hurt. "Jenny," I called out but all I heard in response was the echo of my voice and then a deafening silence.
I caressed my neck and looked at the cup of tea and half-eaten pieces of cookies on a plate before me. I creased my forehead and stood up. The apartment was quiet, which meant only meant one thin
