(Anna POV - First Time)

The first thing I remembered was the smell of smoke.

Not the antiseptic hospital smell that had been my world for sixteen years, but real smoke. Wood burning. Fabric catching fire. The acrid scent that had filled my lungs the night my sister tried to kill me.

I opened my eyes in the darkness of my hospital room, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged bird. The memories came flooding back in pieces, sharp and painful as broken glass. Elena's face in my bedroom ...