Chapter 32: Amnesia and the Art of Getting Ready
Rodney
My eyes snapped open. My whole body ached. I rushed to sit up and my vision blurred. I swayed on the spot.
“Easy does it!” Said a familiar voice.
There was a woman grasping me by the shoulders. She was attractive. She had one of those ageless faces like she could be a mature-looking young adult or a young-looking middle-aged person. She was heavily made up wearing a long-sleeved red dress with matching gloves.
“Have we met?” I asked.
“We have now,” she said brightly.
I raised a brow in surprise. I could have sworn I knew her from somewhere.
“You were in such a bad shape when we found you,” she said, her eyes filled with pity.
I looked around the room. Was I in a hospital? There were several beds with all white bedding and cur
