I’ve never known the calm after the storm.
Thunder has always raged inside me.
I met a girl at seventeen.
Girl got pregnant.
My worst nightmare happened.
Girl? Dead.
Daughter? Gone.
Every time I close my eyes, I see them.
No one takes me seriously in the MC.
And that’s how I like it.
I keep my true self−hidden because without them, life
hasn’t been worth living.
Until her.
Melissa is the shock to my heart to bring me back to life.
Our nightmares bind us.
And to love her like she deserves, I have to let go of the
past.
I have to let go of them.
It’s easier said than done.
Because I know in my heart my daughter is alive.
I’ll need the help of my MC to find her.
But Melissa’s past isn’t done with her either.
What I didn’t expect?
Ours pasts to cross.
And the road to trust just got
a whole lot longer.
A wooden steel−rimmed chest sits on the floor at the
end of my bed, locked, and the only way to get inside it is with the key I keep
around my neck. Everything in there is all I have left of them, of her, fuck,
of me. I only open it; I’m alone, but that’s the bitch of it,
isn’t it? In situations like this, where I hit dead−end−after−dead−end, I am alone.
No one knows what I am going through.
My pain is different.
It’s agony.
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