Lily POV

The memories hit me like a freight train while I sat tied to that chair in the cabin. One moment I was Lily Morrison, confused and scared, and the next moment I was drowning in someone else's life.

I could see myself as a seven-year-old girl, running through this same cabin while Tony chased me, both of us laughing. But it wasn't me. The little girl had blonde curls, not my dark hair. She wore a pink dress I'd never owned, played with toys I'd never touched.

"Tony," I gasped, my head pounding with the force of the memories. "Something's wrong. These aren't my memories."

Tony knelt in...