I have loved Lance Mongomery for as long as I can remember. But one night, when I was nine, he broke me; he broke my whole concept of love. So I ran away; I ran far and hard. I tried so hard to find myself, to find my inner peace. But now I am twenty-six, and I am called back home, back to the pits of my nightmares. Coming face to face with the hauntings of my past. Seeing Lance Mongomery was harder than I thought, and he knew exactly how to get under my skin. And by gosh did he. He changed my life once again, FOREVER. But what do I do now? How do I continue to be in Seattle with him? Lance may be one of my biggest known reasons for leaving, but I have far more demons in my closet. There are far more reasons to not be here. I just hope they never come out. I hope no one ever learns the haunting details of my upbringing, because if they did, it would ruin everything. It would destroy my entire family. Like a bomb, it would blow us all to pieces. And how do you pick up pieces when they have been blown too far apart? I guess only time will tell; only time will allow us to learn and to heal. I just hope it's not too late.