Chapter 197 You'll Get Used To It

• The evening sky was a warm orange and rose color, filling Serena with a nostalgic feeling of childhood when all was well, when she looked forward to the evenings when her parents would return from work.
• Serena sighed.
• Tilda had insisted that she rest, and although Serena had nodded politely, she could not bring herself to lie in bed. Her thoughts would not stop racing. Rest wasn't what she needed; memory loss would do just fine. Or maybe if she could go back in time, she would never have gone to that strip club, never have killed Diego, and never have met Adriano. She would be living a normal, miserable life-not whatever this was she was living.