Preface

For every end there is a beginning, every night has a day, and every dark has a light.

The day my mother was murdered in front of me was the beginning of a very dark time where it was always night and there

seemed to be no end in sight. This was my reality until the day I met Him.

I thought I had found my new beginning. He was a beacon of the brightest light I had seen in a long time, yet he was a

mystery. He had a tragic past and we were kindred spirits, I just didn't know how similar we really were. Some say tragedy

begets tragedy, and horrors beget horrors. I say, sometimes you need to revisit those tragic horrors to get to your happily

ever after. I just hope I can live long enough to find mine.