Arabel's POV
A broken sob escapes me just as I flutter my eyes open to see myself lying on a strange bed.
I jerk up immediately, trying to remember the last thing I did and where the hell I am.
The fight with Richard—was it a dream?
Slowly, the memories rush in.
He paid Leo to follow me and Leo recorded me admitting that I was Arabel Cooper and that I was divorced.
Then he lied to me, saying that he hadn't recovered his memory when he already had.
I was filled with rage, so I slapped him, turned back on my heels, and left with Daisy in my car.
I didn't drive to the airport. I was too broken to go ahead with my plans to return home. I didn't even get to grab my luggage tucked in Richard's booth.
I didn't have a destination in mind. I just kept driving with rage.
Then what happened?
I look away, just as I remember Daisy.
When I crawl out of the strange bed, I don't see her.
Where the hell is my baby? What happened?
I collapse onto the bed as I reminisce about my near-accident. A car was
