Emery's POV

When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar basement. It had a barely functional light bulb and many knickknacks spread about.

Where was I?

Last I remembered, I was leaving. I hadn't even gone back to my parents' home. I sent Mom a heartfelt letter containing my apology for being such a problematic daughter, asking for her forgiveness and advising her to take this opportunity to leave that man. To leave the person who couldn't give two shits about us.

I refused to keep being a burden to her. I left through the back woods to avoid notice. One minute I was leaving this wreck of...