I woke up to find myself on a fancy room, expensive and I didn't recognize the place
The bed beneath me was wide and soft, the sheets cool against my skin — nothing like the thin mattress I’d known in our house.
I managed to sit up, seeing a huge picture of Ethan on the wall makes me remember what happened.
The way I was pushed inside the river and how Ethan draw me out from the river and the next thing I wake up to see me here.
It all rolled back in small, sharp images — water closing over my face, air tearing back into my lungs, hands dragging me up. I pressed my palms hard to my cheeks, as if rubbing myself into reality.
Wow, could this be Ethan room, he has money like this but he left me in that our house or could it be the reason he doesn't want me to know about him.
Suspicion
