The accident that befell me changed the course of my life and I suddenly found my memories lost. But in the process of retrieving them, I stumbled upon the truth and I found the most significant piece of my life that solved the puzzle together.
When I allowed myself to become Beatrix Crawford, I knew that moment my life made the wrong turn at the right decision. My life will never be the same again.
I was here lying on the Queen Size bed, lost in the sea of thoughts, pondering what had been my dreams last night. It must be the effect of the wound inflicted in my head that I failed to recall the tiniest details of any of my dreams—and if I could recall a slight memory of them—it would usually be a short, quick, and a hazy display of confusing images that could provide little to no help at all.
