Elizabeth
I wake up to a dull ache in my ribs, sharp enough to make me wince.
The bandages wrapped around me remind me of why I hurt, and the pain brings everything flooding back. But the moment my eyes adjust to the soft morning light, panic grips me.
This isn’t my bed. This isn’t my house.
I sit up too fast, the ache in my ribs flaring up, but I don’t care.
The room is large and unfamiliar. The sheets beneath me are soft. The curtains are drawn halfway, revealing a view of a sprawling garden. My heart pounds. I don’t know where I am.
“Where am I?” I whisper to no one.
I push the blanket off me, my bare feet hitting the cold wooden floor. My purse is on the dresser across the room, and I lurch toward it, desperate for answers. My hands are shaking as I grab it, digging inside for m
