Meanwhile, in the intensive care unit…
Heaven kept her eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling. It had been a while since Dominic left her alone. She told him whatever he wanted to know, and everything she could tell him.
But one thing.
Hera's thoughts.
Just like when she woke up in Hera's body, the memories the latter had left behind filled her head. It was the same when she woke up in this body. Even though this was her own body, she didn't feel like it was hers anymore.
"The memories she created in this body… were just as haunting as the ones she had in her body," she whispered. "Because they weren't mine."
In Hera's original body, the memories of the original owner of the body were always gore. It was full of danger and pain. They were memories that could put a person on medication to keep going in life. They were traumatizing.
