With strength comes independence.
I thought I had it all.
The Title. The Pro status. The man.
I thought I'd finally left the past where it belonged, thought the future would be nothing but a bright ray of light with Knox by my side.
I was wrong.
In seeking answers, I opened the doorway to a terrifying ride no one was prepared for. And through that very door, the past -both his and mine- somehow wove its way as one and slithered back into our lives, creating a fresh hell that stirred doubt and resentment within us.
Will our bond, our love, be strong enough to supersede the forces threatening to break us, or will we swiftly crumble to the ground, piece by piece?
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