*Vanessa’s POV*
My father had left me here.
I didn’t know why I had felt so heartbroken by the fact, he wasn’t really even my own father, but Vanessa’s father—given the fact that I was in her body, that I was her now. So… would that mean her emotions were now my own? Did the original Vanessa still exist in here somewhere?
Too many questions swam through my head as I sat on the cold, hard floor of my jail cell, and I tried to think of the events that had led me here.
What could I have done to prevent something like this? What couldn’t I have done? And over and over again, I seem to come to the conclusion that, ultimately, there was nothing.
I didn’t know if this was part of some sick game that Ariana and Falcon were playing, or if this truly had just been an amazing spout of bad luck on my part, but whatever it was, I was in it now. And there was only moving forward from here.
