Who Are You

I had everything money could buy-designer clothes, luxury vacations, and a last name that made people step aside when I walked into a room. But none of it mattered when the people who were supposed to love me the most treated me like an afterthought. My mother and father were all too happy to get divorced and go their separate ways to care about me.

Then came the accident.

One moment, I was at my family's estate, the crisp air heavy with the scent of hay and soil. The next, I was gasping for breath in a body that wasn't mine, staring up at a ceiling that didn't belong to me.