Adelaide

I blinked my eyes, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings. It was as if each time I opened my eyes, the scene was different.

I scanned the room, careful not to move my head, apprehensive of where I was or who was watching. From what I could see, once again I was in a room I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t my suite at Montague Manor, nor was it the blue walls of hell. Slowly, I turned my head. The movement hurt. Not my head—it wasn’t a ...