Reality looked different than this. Reality was hard, where she fought alone with no help from others. Maybe she was in a dream and would wake up soon – to be back at her place minding her own business while building a life for her and Steve.
Maybe she was hallucinating all of this. Maybe that bastard had achieved the worst with her and she was actually in a coma, or perhaps even dead? When a fly buzzed past her and landed on the edge of her glass, she smirked, knowing that this wasn't a dream.
She had told Steve many times about her old life. He would then look at her in wonder as if she was telling a fairy-tale, he never really believed her. She wondered what he was thinking now.
However, the uneasy feeling she had ever since she met Patrick didn't go away. She had no idea what to th
