Becca.

Everything was a blur, and I really couldn’t focus well at all. The sirens blared in my ears, but everything was just not clicking for me. I let out a soft groan, trying to focus, only to draw a complete blank.

After a while, I reached up to rub my temples, only to find my arms were tied down. I couldn’t move. I groaned and thrashed in my bed, snarling, “No, Allison, leave my daughter the f*ck alone.” That’s when the memory came rushing ...