ra felt the sting of the p. Her head tilted slightly to the side, and her eyes werepletely void of any light.


    Quinn rushed over to Naomi, trying to calm her down. "Mom, I''m really okay. There''s only a million in the ount. I just worry if my sister keeps spending like she used to, we''ll be left with nothing."-


    ra''s throat ached fiercely as she yanked open the door of a nearby parked taxi. "Take me to..."


    But her mind was a nk canvas, unable to recall any destinations. All she could do was watch through the window as the family of four slowly made their way back inside.


    The taxi driver nced at her and asked, "Are those people your family or your enemies? You didn''t say a word before and just took a p. Forget the fare. I''m not charging you. Please get out."


    Tears ra had been holding back spilled over instantly. She wanted to ask herself too if they were family or foes.


    In the distance, Quinn held Simon''s hand, a glint of triumph in her eyes. "Mom, Simon, do you think ra really has amnesia? Should we call her back in?"


    Naomi''s expression darkened, her words dripping with disdain. "If she had amnesia, she wouldn''t have found her way here! Simon, you should call off the engagement with her soon. You need to treat Quinn right. She''s been through so much. As her mother, I can''t bear to see her struggle again."


    "Naomi, don''t worry. I''ll take care of Quinn for the rest of my life."


    As for ra, even though he and ra had grown up together, he had grown tired of her antics over the years. Besides, when ra and Quinn went out together years ago, it was Quinn who got kidnapped.


    Five years ago, when Quinn was finally found, everyone learned that Quinn had protected ra and told her to run for help.


    ra did run but didn''t lift a finger to help, leaving her sister to be taken. Such behavior was despicable. After Quinn was found, ra bullied her because she believed Quinn had stolen all the affection.


    Whenever Simon showed any hint of defending Quinn, ra would throw a fit, leading to the mess they were in. She had brought this upon herself.


    ra sat alone on the curb, still in her hospital gown, looking frail and vulnerable. A car pulled up next to her.


    "ra?"


    A young girl''s voice called out. ra looked up, recognizing the face but unable to ce it.


    "Did you have another fight with Simon? You didn''t even change out of your clothes before storming out?"


    "Who are you?"


    Megan sighed, opening the passenger door. "Just get in. No wonder people get annoyed with you; you pull the same stunt too many times. I honestly don''t know why you''re so hung up on Simon."


    ra got in, sitting quietly in the passenger seat. Megan drove to her apartmentplex. "Stay at my ce tonight. I know you''ll be rushing back to him first thing in the morning."


    ra followed her inside, politely changing her shoes in the entryway. She recognized theyout of the apartment, indicating that this person was a good friend. She sat on the sofa as Megan handed her a cup of water. ra held the cup, finally feeling some warmth creeping back into her body.


    Megan yawned, clearly exhausted. "I''m going to take a shower. You can sleep in the usual room. Remember to take your clothes with you when you leave in the morning.


    "I wish you''d stand up for yourself a bit more. Don''t cave into Simon so quickly. But every time you leave, it''s never more than three days before he calls and has you running back to him. No wonder he and his buddies don''t take you seriously. Get a clue, ra. If you ever truly lose your memory, I''ll celebrate with fireworks."