“You don’t remember anything?” Isabella asked, looking at the girl with an expression of both worry and sadness in her eyes.
She lifted a hand to her hair again and noted that it seemed odd that it was so short. Hadn’t she had longer hair? “Uh, no. I don’t remember much of anything. Just….” What did she remember? Flashes of memories flickered through her mind as she thought about what she had been through recently. “Running.” She saw faces, angry ones. Long, sharp teeth. Hands raised and flying in her direction. She remembered the pain, too. Her bones ached. Her feet had been bleeding. She’d remembered urging herself to keep going, to move on as fast as she could go. She just couldn’t remember… why.
Isabella sat down on the edge of her bed, next to her knee. “Do you remember anything els
