I woke up on a bed too soft to be my own bed.The bed was huge, the sheets smooth and cool against my skin.

To my side, I saw the expensive looking furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows that showed a gray sky outside.

Where was I?

I turned to the other side of the bed. It was empty, the pillow undisturbed. I tried to piece together how I got here. Running in the rain. My mother's cold body. The neighbors. The letter clutched in my hand. And then... Lucien finding me on the sidewalk.

I got ...