His touch was a revelation, but he was full of secrets. It’s been two years since the death of my parents. I have no recollection of that night except for the small pieces that come to me in nightmares. People say I’m responsible. But I have no memory. Could I be guilty? I’d thought the mark on my arm was a scar from the fire until he showed up with one that was eerily similar to mine. It’s just one of the mysteries that surround him. Still, I’m drawn to him in ways I can’t explain. Every time we touch I feel the spark. There’s a connection between us that disarms and overwhelms me. But he carries secrets about my past that will change my future forever. Trusting him might be the smartest or most foolish thing I’ve ever done. But what wouldn’t I do to learn the truth about my past?