Prologue
She tosses and turns in her bed, unable to sleep. Her eyes burst open and a sigh of annoyance escapes her lips. She shouldn't be thinking of him. He shouldn't be on her mind at all. And yet he is always there. Always present. Always wrong for her. If the others found out, they would certainly turn her away. She wouldn't want that after looking for a family all these years. But he was still there, haunting her of what could be. With a huff, she turns onto her side and forces her eyes shut. Morning couldn't come soon enough.
