Chapter 8
That night. That dark, foreboding, scary night as she left the dining room, she climbed the staircase with one thing on her mind. The dreaded romance novel that Thorn sneered at. This time when she read it, it wouldn’t be for pleasure, but to find out if she was losing her mind.
The book would tell her all about the hero. Who and where he was, and why he was so elusive. However, when she went to find it, strangely it had vanished along with her bag and everything in it.
Brushes, combs, makeup, her dead cell phone, they were all gone! Had someone taken it? No, she thought, a sense of dread filling her. It’s missing because it isn’t in the story.
Gradually, she would become more and more ensnared in the story. Soon even her clothes would disappear from her back, her memories wa
