Chapter 373

Perhaps I was unsettled, so I couldn't sleep soundly. After all, I had nearly been raped and trafficked. I wondered how the old Stephanie Carlson would have handled it if she had been in that situation. She probably would have attacked Howard and Bobby with the knife before handing them over to the police, wouldn't she? Regardless, I wasn't that Stephanie anymore. Sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder if I was the Stephanie Carlson whom Steven loved. If Steven still loved that Stephanie, then was I — who had lost those memories and personality — the person he loved? If a person's character had changed, would they still be considered the same person? "Stephie… I want you to live on, that's all I ask." "Steve… You can't hold me back." "Stephanie Carlson, please don't be so cruel to me." "But I have no heart… " I had a nightmare. In the dream, I kept hurting myself, trying to end my life with all kinds of methods. I was seeking an escape. Steven chained me up, cried, and begged