Of course, the dress was white. This is what I'm supposed to die in, I
thought. Not many people knew what their last outfit would be. I pulled
it over my head. It fit me perfectly. It had long, loose fitting
sleeves, a modest neckline, and waves of material on the skirt. I hated
it.
There were no shoes, and I was afraid I'd have to run through the forest
barefoot but there weren't a lot of options. Besides, I'd run barefoot
over a bed of nails to get away.
"Scarlett, are you ready?" he called.
I looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. Time to fight for my
life.
Scarlett Garner doesn't remember anything before the age of four--until
a car accident changes everything. She starts to remember pieces of a
past that frighten her. A past her parents hid from her... and a secret
that could get her killed.