Sometimes, when I really think about it, I can almost feel the way the breeze felt against my skin that day. How it washed over me, cooling my heated skin. I remember counting the minutes it took to get to my boyfriend's house. Twenty-two, but it took twenty-three that day. Maybe the extra minute was a warning. One I didn’t heed, of course. I wanted love. It’s all I wanted. I would have done anything for it. It made me an easy victim. Tell me I'm pretty here, hug me there and I was a puppet on his string. He pulled and pulled until he asked me to do the one thing I absolutely could not do. It broke me to tell him no. Tore me up. I went over to his house that day to try and find a way to make it up to him. To fix what I broke. Minute nineteen. Cool breeze. Sunshine. Hope for love, fear I ruined my chance at it by being disobedient. Minute twenty. Black. One minute was all it took for Sage Briar-Rose to cease to exist. To shatter her. This is the story of how I lost myself. The story of how my naive search for love left me shattered. Trigger Warning: This book deals with very sensitive subject matter so if you are triggered easily, I would choose one of my other books. Also, this book is part one of two. It doesn't end on a total cliffhanger, but part two is the completion of the story and comes next month.