Zoe Pierce admitted she was being selfish. After all, at least until she recovered her old memories, her strongest connections in this world were with Miles Sherman and the others.
Her biological family had fallen apart, but their existence had pushed her to become a better, more outstanding person.
They were like friends, and like family.
Call her selfish, but it didn't matter. Zoe Pierce stared pensively at the drawn curtains. The high-quality fabric blocked the moonlight almost completely, save for a few slivers of light that slipped through the cracks.
'I'll pretend I don't know.'
'As long as they don't say anything, I won't know a thing.'
'I don't want to lose anyone else.'
Viewed from above, the young woman on the bed was curled up like a shrimp, her arms wrapped around herself and her back tensed into a bow. Her long hair fanned out across the beige pillow, rippling like seaweed in water and echoing the curve of her body.
