Chapter 18 Party Plans

• Elena lay on the large canopy bed, now dressed in a soft pink satin pajama she had found in the closet, most likely one of her old ones. Her hair was still slightly damp, spread across the unfamiliar but undeniably comfortable pillow.
• She stared at the white ceiling, then slowly looked around the room. Every detail, the lace curtains, the vanity, the paintings on the walls, she tried to absorb it all, hoping something would spark a memory. But the harder she tried, the tighter the fog wrapped around her mind.
• Her breath quickened. Her chest felt tight.