The only sign of life in the grand bedroom was the sound of my fingers clicking the ground as I replayed memory after memory, all the missing links coming through.

The room was a blurry mess from where I sat, broken on the ground. Everything made sense in the most twisted way possible.

My stomach twisted and I struggled to breathe as soft whimpers escaped my lips. Tears blurred my vision and I wrapped my arm around myself.

Soft laughter escaped my lips, echoing through the room. ...