He broke my heart. No, he didn’t break it. Jackson Davis destroyed me, changing the course of my life forever. A decade later, I was living in Manhattan when a hurricane put the city on lock down. I got a message I never thought I’d receive, Jackson was dying and alone. In a city of millions, I was the only person who could sit by his side. I didn’t want to go, but being the good girl I am, I couldn’t let someone suffer alone. Tatted up and broken, he woke up in a hospital only to see me—the one person he needed to atone his sins to—standing before him. Turned out, he would recover from his injuries, but not from the pain he caused in the past. Trapped by the storm, I had nowhere to go but stay with him. After a night of reckoning, I found myself needing to getaway. So, I ran away. On the island of Hawaii, I planned to start over and try to fix my broken heart once and for all. Except he followed me willing me to live in the present and find a way to navigate into the future. But could I ever forget the past?