She was disoriented, dizzy. And any second she was going to be sick. She knew something awful had happened to her. It loomed at the back of her consciousness like a strangely-shaped shadow. But each time she tried to confront it – to try and identify it - the blackness descended. She felt a hand on her shoulder. ‘Cassie, it’s Kate. You’re in hospital, Cedars-Sinai. You’re going to be okay.’ ‘I know something awful happened, but I can’t remember’. Her voice was nothing but a whisper. ‘What happened?’ ‘We’ve got no idea. In fact, we thought you might be able to tell us.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Kate took a deep breath and turned to face Josh. He moved a step closer towards the bed. ‘Well, we know that someone took you. In a cab,’ he said. ‘From your injuries it looks like you have suffered some kind of assault. You’ve got some cuts to your fingers, and a lesion and bruising on your shoulder. The medics say that someone administered some kind of drug, a painkiller.’ In that instant, she remembered being in a room.
