Synopsis
A drug for sharpening memory, that's what they told her. Except too much of it takes everything away instead. Strangers asked her questions. She was left alone in her own confusion. The people who were afraid of what Viktor's return might mean had taken Scarlett's mind from her piece by piece. She came out of that week not to her husband, but to something worse — betrayal printed in newspaper headlines and passed around in quiet conversations through the palace halls. "You betrayed me," she said, barely above a whisper. But nothing came back to her. No memory rose up…
