After my return, I hadn’t realized how many people would assume they had a right to invade my private life. Now I struggle with nightmares and anxiety, and I have to constantly be shadowed to ensure my safety. To make matters worse, people from the past, both mine and the guys’, make an appearance back into our lives, stirring up an old history of hurt. They think they have a right to, after abandoning us like yesterday’s trash. I just wish they’d become history again and stay that way. Not all is bad, though. My relationship with the guys is stronger than ever. I still have my escape with dance. Plus, an opportunity I thought long passed comes knocking on my door once more. I’m getting better, and more importantly, I’m not alone. But I know how fickle fate can be. Just when you’re finally catching your breath, fate steps up behind you to throw you back into the fire, whether you’re ready or not. Well, I’ve got news for fate: the fire just makes me stronger.