"Huh?"
Elena opened her eyes slowly. Her head felt heavy, and everything around her seemed... off.
"Where am I?"
She blinked a few times, adjusting to the bright light illuminating the room from the window.
Then she saw the ceiling, the cracked paint, and smelt the old wood.
Her breath hitched as she recognized the place.
"My old room?"
The small, cramped space she had lived in ten years ago, before everything changed. Before her marriage with Adrian.
"What...? How... how am I here?" She whispered, sitting up on the narrow bed.
Then, she looked around, her heart racing. The same faded curtains. The same peeling wallpaper.
"This isn't possible..." She muttered. Her hand gripped the edge of the bed as she tried to steady herself.
Her mind raced back to the last thing she remembered.