Savannah's POV
I wanted so badly to let the thought of that weekend go away. I do not want to remember the fear I had felt when Alexander did not move, or the disgust at pulling out a tree stump from his arm.
I hated the memory of the dripping water on the cold cave walls, and the constant fear of being alone that surrounded me.
That was why, when I walked into the company, and a bunch of balloons was thrown at me, followed by shouts about me being a brave woman, I felt the whole image replay in my head again.
Their voices turned distant quickly and the ground seemed to double underneath my feet.
" Miss Savannah? Miss Savannah!" Someone yelled, shaking me rapidly.
I felt sanity restore itself in my head almost immediately, my throat suddenly feeling dry as I begged for a glass of w
