When you feel your world shaking.
When you feel your faith fading.
When you feel like love is taking, way too long.
Prologue
Deacon walked into the house. The kitchen was dark. It was quiet, too quiet. He set his bag down on the counter and headed toward the stairs.
They had only had a couple of months of real happiness after the wedding. Of just being in love, of no worries. After all those years, it didn't seem fair. They deserved so much more.
He walked down the hall. The girls' rooms were empty. It used to feel like a home, filled with love and joy and now it was dark and empty, just a house.
He stopped at the bedroom door, steeling himself before he opened it. Why was it so quiet?
He walked into the room. The bed was torn apart. He crossed into the bathroom and there she was. Again.
He walked up to her, put his hand in the water and felt how cold it had gotten. He slapped her face to wake her up.
She looked up at him, a look of pain, of horror on her face.
He sank down next to her, his heart breaking.
"Rayna!" he called as her eyes closed again. She struggled to sit up in the bathtub. He reached his hand in, releasing the water.
As it drained away, leaving her huddled in the empty tub he handed her a towel.
"Dry off," he ordered. "We need to talk."
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