Melanie glared at the man as he tried to feed her, and would have pushed the bowl of food away if not for the fact that she was hungry-too hungry. And she needed her strength. She needed it to escape this place, wherever it was.
From the moment she had returned to consciousness, she'd slowly realized one thing for certain. That this wasn't a hospital. The bed wasn't a hospital bed, the room didn't smell like disinfectant, and there were no nurses or monitors in sight. This was someone's home. His home.
And wherever it was, it seemed impossible to get out. She had been standing at the window for a long time earlier, watching, hoping that someone might pass by. Someone she could signal or call for help. But the entire morning had passed, and all she had seen were waves, sand, and a few seagulls. No people. No cars. No buildings. Just the sea stretching out into nothing.
