The rays of sunlight touching my skin woke me up from my restless sleep at dawn. I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar white ceiling. The soft bed felt strange, as did the fluffy pillows and warm, comfortable blanket.
Where was I?
Blissful forgetfulness didn't last long though, as yesterday's memories were quick to fill my mind.
I buried myself under the blanket as grief threatened to overcome me. Grief and guilt. Sadness and wrath.
I didn't even know who to hate – I couldn't put a name to the faces I'd seen and the most important person – the woman under that cloak, the same person who used that little girl, Elise, as a weapon. Though I didn't know who she was, I could guess what she was.
