Chapter Thirteen
One of the most painful things ever is sacrificing so much without making a difference; a waste of sacrifice.
- Grace Chanbee
[Amber's POV]
"We're finally here," My dad announced, tapping my arm.
I looked up and yawned tiredly as I was woken from my nap, looking confusedly at my surroundings, not knowing where exactly I was.
"Where are we?" I asked, rubbing my eyes and staring at him.
"Home," He responded.
A bodyguard opened the door and my father nudged at me to get down from the vehicle which I did immediately, taking in the elegance of the mansion we had arrived at.
"You're saying... You're saying this is your house?" I asked as he also alighted from the car.
"Yes, it's your house as well. Don't you remember it?" He asked.
I shook my head. "Not at all," I replied.
He smiled at me. "That's okay, you'll remember soon enough."