Sixty-four days in captivity. Sixty-four days to lose yourself—or find yourself.
Sixty-four days that gave me a love most people will never have, and my freedom took it all away.
Constantly wondering when and how you will die, that does something to your mind. But what happens when it does something to your heart?
What do you do when the presence of the man holding you captive becomes a comfort you crave—when you love him even though you shouldn’t?
You smile and tell yourself it’s okay because love has no morals.
I’m Ava Donovan. I was abducted at the age of nineteen. I’m told I’m a survivor, but the truth is, I only survived because he saved me.