AMELIA

Poisoned?

I wasn’t sure how long I stood by the phone, even after the call had ended.

Jessica had told me to be cautious, those were her parting words that only served to make me feel worse.

The phone was still in my grasp, though the call had ended and I could feel my hands trembling.

Poisoned?

Does that mean…I have someone who hates me so much they want me dead?

Who would do something so cruel?

And…will it happen again?

“Mrs. Wellington?” I heard Trenton call out from behind me, startling ne back to the present.

To say I was shaken would be an understatement.

I knew I wasn’t loved by anyone…but this…someone intentionally caused my amnesia or rather, they wanted to kill me.

“Trenton…” I looked up at his aged face with watery eyes, “How did I end up here?”

How did he end up here with me?

His tired expression softened and he held my shoulder, “You need rest, it has been an eventful day,” he said.

The words weighed heavily on my tongue, I contemplated telling