I wasn’t a good person. Even amnesia couldn’t erase the fact that deep inside, there was a darkness I couldn’t deny. Flashes of strangers—of blood and torture—heightened a mystery impossible to unravel.
The man I called my best friend landed an axe in my head trying to save himself. He says I’m a murderer. He may be right.
Until memories return, I don't care. There's only one person familiar to me. His sister, Lucy. She's the only thing that matters now. Where I once kept myself at a distance, this new world I've awoken to revolves solely around her.
Lucy is mine.
She’s always been mine.
No one is standing in the way of that.
It is believed, the loss of one’s memory can be a fresh start. What they don’t tell you is not all beginnings are derived from good things.
Alaska Angelini
