Chapter 133
When Sage opened her eyes, she had no idea where she was.
The ceiling above her was white, the kind of clean, bright white that made her eyes hurt when she tried to look at it for too long. She blinked several times and turned her head slowly.
A large cream-colored couch sat beneath a set of framed photographs. There was a glass coffee table in front of her, a television mounted on the opposite wall, and a vase of fresh flowers sitting beside a lamp.
It looked like somebody's living room and it's a normal living room.
That was what made it so frightening.
Sage tried to sit up, but her head immediately spun. She caught herself against the cushions and shut her eyes until the room stopped moving.
Her last memory came back in pieces.
The gym….waiting for Elliott, the door
