I thought running would save me. That if I put enough distance between me and the boy who broke me, I could finally breathe. I was wrong. Because some things don’t let you go. Not time. Not distance. Not even a new life. Then I found a place that felt different. A Texas ranch. A man who didn’t demand anything from me. A man who let me choose. And for the first time in my life, I stayed. That was my mistake. Because the boy I left behind never stopped looking for me. And when he finds me, he won’t just take me back. He’ll destroy everything I chose instead of him.