Elizabeth
The fire roars. The images still fresh in my mind. Even with my eyes open, the flames are still there, burning brighter and hotter than anything I’ve ever seen.
The heat, the smoke choking me, the sheer helplessness… It’s all so vivid, so real, like it’s still happening.
I blink rapidly, trying to push the memories away.
My hands grip the edges of the blanket wrapped around me, knuckles white.
Someone tried to kill me. Here. In this hospital. In this place I’m supposed to be safe.
But I’m not safe.
I sit in the sterile room with its pale walls and the faint scent of antiseptic, trying to make sense of everything. My head pounds with frustration.
I don’t know who I am. I don’t know why someone would want to kill me. And worst of all, I don’t know where I belong.
“Jane. Ja
