Stone (Carrera Family #1)

Prologue

Stone

The mind-numbing beeping and the muffled voices contribute to the pain radiating through my head. Taking a deep breath, I try but fail to open my eyes, feeling trapped in my broken body. I don’t know what happened, when, or how. I have accepted my being trapped in hell and am no longer even sure of my own existence. A bystander in a world I can’t see or participate in.

There are snippets of conversations I remember, but nothing else.

It’s simply blank.

Nothing.

A world of emptiness.

“Do you think he will get his memory back?” a gruff yet familiar voice rumbles. My mind swims as I try to place a face to the tone, but fail.

“No. He was starved of oxygen for too long. I doubt he will make a recovery at all.”

“But if he does, will he remember what happened?”

“Sir, I’ve never seen anyone recover from these types of injuries. Ever.”

I want to scream I can hear them, that my brain works enough to understand every damn word they’re saying despite not having a clue of who I even am, and I can still feel. The fear of not knowing is overtaking my soul, and I know with no doubt that I’ve never felt this terror before.

Never.

My memories are lost, but my soul lives on. It’s made of stone. I know it. I just need them to see it too.