Amelia’s POV
The preceding ache in my head, makes it hard for my eyes to flutter open fully without holding a hand up my temple.
I wake up fully to the sterile scent of antiseptic. The faint beeping of a monitor right next to me. A sound I recognize so well.
For a moment I'm lost in the fog of my exhaustion uncertain how I’m somehow under the sheets of a hospital bed.
Just then, the memory crashes back, the shouting from
earlier at the cáfe garage. Eric’s fury and nagging voice gnawing at the walls of my thought.
Dominic’s cold yelling above me and the weight of his expression after realizing the truth about my amnesia pressing on me until everything went black in my head.
I turn against the hospital sheets, wincing as I try to pull myself up.
Turning my head slightly, I see Eri
