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“It is. But I think I just found a way to get my girl back.”

ChapterSix

Olivia

Irest my head against the cold wall of my jail cell and allow more tears to fall.

Curling my legs to my chest, I make myself small on the flat metal seat riveted to the wall and gaze at the full moon against the inky black sky.

The moon is the only thing I can see through the shoe-box-sized, barred window before me.

I'm trapped again.

Not just trapped within the prison of my mind. Now I’m behind bars with so much more to worry about.

Petr was murdered, and the police think I did it.

No matter how much I pleaded my innocence and stated my case that I couldn’t possibly kill someone, let alone a man like Petr, they didn’t believe me.Wouldn’tbelieve me.

They didn’t believe a word I said, then fucking Madame Noir sold me out by refusing to speak to the police and back up my reasons for being with Petr. She told them she didn’t know me, so to the police, I look like some hooker who murdered Petr to try and steal his money.

I was told he was shot fifty times. From how he was found, the police think I must have done it while we were in bed together.

I tried to explain that I fell asleep when Peter got a call from someone who was telling him about his wife. I also tried to tell them that there was a guard in the house, but everything I said was to no avail.

I spoke to the police about an hour ago, then they left me in here to my thoughts. I've cried every tear I could possibly cry, and now I feel numb and hollow inside.

I’m in so much damn trouble, and I don't even know what to make of the situation other than someone clearly set me up.

My first thought was that it had to be the guard. The damn guard who I know nothing about. Not a name or anything.

Everything that happened was too convenient. From the way the police showed up while I was still in bed, to the fact that I heard nothing when the incident occurred. As I’m a very light sleeper, I think I must have been drugged while I was asleep. I can’t imagine a man being shot fifty times right next to me and me being oblivious to what was going on.

That guard was in the house when Peter left me. If he didn’t kill him, then he would've seen what happened.

So far, there are no details of him being there.

Everything has gotten so much worse than it already was. Things were already bad when I went to Petr's house, but that was just the beginning.

I can imagine everything becoming worse and worse when the police start doing their ID checks on me and discover my passport is fake and everything about me is made up. Then I don’t know what the fuck I’ll do, and that will just push me deeper into Hell.

But realistically, I was already there that first moment when I opened my eyes and didn't know who I was.

At least back then, I was among people who cared for me.

There was an older man called Kevin. He was the person who saved me when my parents were attacked in England. He was part of the team my father commissioned to get our family to safety.

He didn't even know our names. He was told my father purposely left that out for security purposes. It was just a job to him, but Kevin took compassion on me after my parents were killed. He told me that while we were escaping from an attack, our car crashed.

That's how I lost my memory.

Kevin got me to a hospital, where he stayed with me until I woke up. When he realized I was suffering from amnesia, he helped me further by taking me to a convent in Germany where I could be safe to heal.

During my first week there, I took the name Alice after readingAlice in Wonderlandin the children’s library. I was fascinated by the characters.

With the loss of my memory, I felt like Alice and the world was my Wonderland. Everything was new to me. And everything was either a possible danger or threat. Kevin sorted out my passport and ID with the name Alice Fairchild. That’s who I’ve been for the last couple of years.

Before Kevin and I parted ways, he warned me about the dangers of meeting anyone from home and explained his reasonings based on the attack that killed my parents. He said only someone who knew my father would have known about the house in England. And that we’d be there.

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