Three days later…
Her toes flinched as they touched the cold tiles in the shower. The weather was getting colder and that was evident from the breeze blowing through her bathroom windows. Her thoughts were upside down, she had woken up covered in sweat from the same nightmare that been hunting her the past few days. She kept reliving the moment that she got shot, the screams of her guests, and the look of terror on her mother’s face. Those recurring images hunted her night after night since she had gotten her memory back. Even if Dr. Fratz had prescribed some sleeping pills for her, it didn’t help at all. Mia reached out and turned on the tap and stood there waiting for the room to steam up. She stood under the lukewarm water, the water dripped down and traced every curve of her body,
