My mind was still a mess.

I’ll admit it—I was torn. For days, I’d been plotting my escape from this place. But now that Vincent was standing right in front of me, ready to take me away, I hesitated.

It felt like my heart was being ripped in two different directions.

I stared down at my toes, my thoughts tangled like a ball of yarn. Even my breathing felt cautious.

I still hadn’t regained my memory. I had no idea what had happened ...