Life hasn't been easy since the accident.
It's the only way I can describe things because I was there.
I saw what happened.
I've had so many nightmares about it.
And now I find myself starting over in a new place where no one should have known about it.
Instead, I'm branded an outcast by the people that heard whispers of what she did.
Rumors instead of truths.
The very things that have a way of breaking someone, and I'm so goddamn close to being broken.
Especially now that she's found me again.
I think the Devil is here.
Inside of her—squatting like an infestation.
I can't run anymore.
I have to help her.
No one else will.