My throat was parched and hoarse at the same time from crying. My eyes were probably swollen from bawling for almost an hour. After Lokey left, my thoughts kept wandering to various conclusions and theories, and each path wound made me feel like my heart was beaten to dust. This situation was pure torment.
I wanted to know who I truly am and where I came from, but finding my past would not only mean a threat to my life. I might end up killing innocent people, especially those important to me.
I bit my lower lip at the thought. I allowed myself to fall on the bed effortlessly as I rolled to my left, facing the window covered in velvet curtain, and hugged both of my knees. Now that I knew I would never have a chance to know who I truly was, I felt lost in the middle of nowhere. I felt so a
