Chapter One
Prologue
He sat on the edge of the bed in the hotel room and held the envelope he found on her pillow in his hand. He ran his thumb across the Seth written in her soft handwriting, and he began to feel sick to his stomach. Last night had been the best night of his life-one he would never forget. That reason alone kept him from opening the letter. Seth closed his eyes and could still feel her touch on his skin. His body began to ache, and he stared at the envelope, scared of what he might read. He knew as soon as he read its contents, his descent into a living hell would begin.
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Slowly going to repost this . . . To those readers, I say, "Buckle up, Buttercup."