*Eliza*

With each passing day, more of my memories returned. It was like a fog was slowly lifting from my mind, and I knew that everything I felt toward Jared was wrong.

He never kept me as a slave or a breeder. We’d been powerfully, passionately in love, and this was one more thing we were going to overcome.

“Here’s your breakfast.” My mom set a plate of eggs and bacon down on the table in front of me.

Scarlett sat across from me, drinking ...