Chapter 75 Hot Meals, Clean Beds

• Her eyes wandered across the table, filled with all sorts of dishes. A quiet sigh escaped her lips. A new day had come, but Tara’s problems hadn’t gone anywhere—in fact, they only grew heavier with each passing second.
• “You should eat,” Taylor’s voice pulled her back to the moment.
• Tara looked across the table at her sister, the same sister who had lost a piece of her memory. The same girl who now sat confused, still trying to make sense of everything they were trapped in. Tara didn’t blame her. Her sister’s head was messed up, turned inside out by whatever they had done to her.