The more she learns, the less she understands.
I don't remember the night of the fire. My memories burned alongside it, like tiny flickering embers, dissolving, becoming one with the nothingness. Not sure how I ended up floating in a river either, but I'm pretty sure I was supposed to die that night. With two years lost in a flash, traumatic images of the last moments of my previous life haunt me. Accusations of things I've done, relationships I've threatened - I remember none of it - not even the people most important to me. But as much as I struggle to learn the truth, my memory is not to be bullied - not even to warn me of the danger still coming... New Adult Romantic Suspense
Recommended for 17+ for mature and disturbing situations, language and mild sexual content.