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"Oh, I remember something peculiar. She was wearing heels, turquoise-colored heels. I thought it was an odd choice. She was also wearing a ring on her right-hand middle finger. It was a birthstone. A small emerald, for May."

Victoria finds herself in a hospital room with no prior memories of the fateful nights. All she knows is her pain; all she can think about is her profound sadness.

She finds herself in the middle of a police investigation again, only this time, she is the victim. As soon as she believes herself to be one step closer to the truth, reality jerks her back with its unforgiving hands.

She is growing desperate, but she is not the only one. Her assailant is growing desperate as well. And the desperation leads to a slip-up, a slip-up that might give Victoria an only chance to be, for the first time, one step ahead of her assailant.

Will Victoria be able to grab that chance, or will she throw it away due to her desperation?

I got up to look with her as she tried to check under the china cabinet. She accidentally pushed the china cabinet ahead while trying to lift it.

I walked over to her to scold her for not being careful when I saw something, which made me stop dead in my tracks.

In the space from where the china cabinet had skidded nestled a pair of shoes: turquoise heels. Sitting there, in perfect shape, were turquoise heels.