Chapter 4

I was forcibly dragged and shoved into the waiting car, destined for the psychiatric hospital. My phone was confiscated.

Vicky's name flashed frantically on the screen, but I couldn't answer.

Gritting my teeth, I lunged, slamming my body into the driver's seat.

The world spun, a violent kaleidoscope of metal and glass. I could almost taste death.

He rushed to the hospital, only to see my bloodied, battered form being wheeled into the operating room.

The letter I had once poured my heart into, the one he'd sneered at, was clutched in his shaking hand, almost crumpled beyond recognition.

He turned, and saw a familiar face.

Damien let out a cold, hollow laugh. "What are you doing here? This is between me and your sister. It's about a debt Sarah owes me."

Vicky's face was a mask of icy fury. "I'm here to see Sarah."

Damien went utterly still. "What the hell are you talking about? Sarah died in a car crash twelve years ago."

Vicky raised a shaking hand, her finger aimed like a blade at the ominous red light above the operating room doors. Her voice sliced through the silence, cold and absolute.

"The woman fighting for her life in there...is your Sarah."