Serena knew she was in shock. It was why she was sitting here in a computer café, playing games instead of trying to get answers to her questions. But knowing the problem did not mean she'd found a solution for it. The truth was that she was a mess. Her mind was spinning, thoughts colliding, memories—or lack of them—taunting her. The clicking of the mouse beneath her fingers was the only thing keeping her grounded in the present.
She didn't know how she had ended up here, but it felt safer than being anywhere near Owen or even Aiden. At first when she'd raced away from that house, she'd gone on mindlessly. Just wanting to get away from the pain in her head. Then she'd pondered about going to Aiden but even that thought repulsed her. What was she supposed to say to him? That her fiance had returned? What then?