I've been through an horrific experience, one that left me clinging to life in the hospital. Everyone has questions. I don't have the answers to give them. You see, I have no clue as to the details leading up to my "accident." But there are people out there that have the answers, and I'm determined to find them - before they find me.
Enter Krew Beckett, who unexpectedly crosses my path once I return to Columbia University, He was my physical therapist after my attack, but he quickly becomes more than that in the ensuing weeks ahead. He understands my need to find the answers locked away in my mind.
But is Krew hiding secrets, or am I simply afraid to trust anyone?