Vera’s POV.

After spending time at the café with the men I went to work. But I find no single concentration.

My mind was fogged with thoughts about who I really was.

However, no matter how much I think about that, nothing seems to make sense to me.

I was born in wealth.

But why was it that I was taken away?

Faint memories remind of

the time I was taken from place to place to seek refuge but I can’t remember

the woman’s face clearly.

Why did forget something so important about my life?

“Girl? Are you kinda sick or something? You look so not yourself at all.” Connor’s...