Zoe didn’t want to fall into it.

Running into her bedroom, she picked up a stack of missing person posters and raced downstairs without putting on a coat. She ran all the way to the streets and started putting them up all over stores.

“Please contact Zoe Sanders if you have any clues or information regarding her missing family.”

It was raining and she was putting them up like a maniac, as if she could drive Mason out of her mind if she would just keep doing it.

However, none of it did anything. She stood in the rain, feeling lost and confused.

She couldn’t recall her past, no matter how hard she tried. It was a lost cause.

A black Rolls-Royce was parked by the side of a road far away from her. The wipers kept swishing left and right, blurring everything in the car.

The man lit a cigarette. There was a red glow at the lit end of it that rose and fell as he smoked. He was looking at her quietly, taking in the look on her face.

Eventually, their eyes met each other.

Zoe’s fa