I scream and sit up. I look around, and it takes me a while before I realize where I am. "Are you okay? What's wrong," Enzo asks as he pulls me into his arms. I don't answer him, I just cry while he holds me and soothes me. I remembered, I actually remembered. The only Edward and Charles I know are Alfonso's father and his grandfather. "I have to speak to Charles. I remember everything. But Alfonso's dad was somehow involved, and the last thing Romeo told me was to trust Charles, but never Edward, Alfonso's father." I say still sniffing.
"Wait, hold up. What do the Du Pont's have to do with this? Please tell me what you remember," Enzo says, and I tell him my dream, or memory or whatever it is. God, it felt so real. I can't believe my own uncle wanted to beat me to death. He is a sick ma
