My mom had this when she moved to Mexico. She talked to this guy named Steve, a missionary who had arrived a bit before them, and eventually realized that they had gone to elementary school together. Small world, huh? For those of you who don't know me personally, no, this is not the story of how my parents met. She was already married at that point.
I had to escape, there wasn't a chance in hell I was just going to hang around the institution for the rest of my life. I had to escape, I had to know who I was. "Black Rose" meant nothing, I had to find out who Madison Blackwood was meant to be. I needed to know what kind of life they had taken away from me.