Fourteen years ago

Adelaide

"Mrs. Fitzgerald. Mrs. Fitzgerald."

Jane's voice infiltrated my dreams, pulling me back to reality. Wherever I'd been mentally was better than here, better than the master suite of Montague Manor.

"Mrs. Fitzgerald, it's after noon. Alexandria's been asking about you."

I opened my eyes, only to quickly shut them again.

Why is the room so bright?

The floral wallpaper was an assault on my eyes. The matching ...