With eyes still closed, Erin knew she wasn’t in the villa. The faint sound of waves from afar confirmed it. The air smelled different too; salt and sea mixed with the faint scent of fresh linen. She turned her head slightly and felt the soft fabric of the pillow against her cheek. Her body was sore as if she had been asleep for days.
She sat up on the bed, wincing at the light that filtered through the white curtains. An IV drip hung beside her, the slow drip of liquid the only sound in the quiet room.
What is going on?
Her eyes swept the unfamiliar space. The walls were painted in a light cream shade, decorated with paintings of the ocean. Sunlight reflected gently off a glass vase filled with white lilies. It was peaceful, but not familiar. Her head throbbed harder. How long have I be
