Margaret’s POV

My limbs were sore but I liked just how sore it was—sore enough to leave an imprint of the person that caused it. The last thing I remembered was eating lunch with Raymond but now I was on a bed.

I woke up to see bright light cutting through the room, and my hand flew to my eyes on instinct to protect them from the light. A part of my heart was eaten by guilt, but overall, I was completely fine. No traces of all that had happened the day before and I felt glad for that. My plans worked accordingly and right now, I was in the...