Discovering Me
Discovering Me I woke up in the hospital not knowing who I am or how I got here, but I think I know the missing girl on the news! What happened to me? To her? And what price will I pay for discovering me? Excerpt: “I wish I could remember what happened,” I said, meaning it. “Don’t you worry about it,” Mr. Williams said kindly over his wife’s shaking shoulder. “When you are able to, I’m sure you’ll help us find the person that did this to us.” I looked at these loving parents, full of pain but still able to offer me compassion, and compared them to the woman in my dream who was as cold as the blue diamond around her neck. Mrs. Williams faced me once more and saw my forlorn expression. She put her hand on my arm to offer comfort and that’s when I saw it. A silver bracelet with angel charms. I had seen that before. Mrs. Williams notice...