For five long years, I was the eye of a hurricane.
I watched as everything had been taken away from me. My job, my relationship, my best friend, and my home. Nothing was safe from the chaotic winds that surrounded me.
All I could manage to keep were my scars.
And the terrible secret that kept me in the storm.
Hart belonged to my past, to a sunnier day. He was determined to show me that happiness could be found on the other side of darkness, that all clouds eventually cleared.
But, with every step I took toward his calm, something—or someone—tried to pull me back within.
Bar Harbor, #2