Amira: I’m so tired. It’s the only emotion I feel anymore, or it was until I found what my father was hiding deep in his closet. The letters changed everything. The inescapable fog constantly surrounding my mind has cleared and now there isn’t anything stopping me from digging further into the truth. The truth to why she left. Why she abandoned me to this life with monsters surrounding every corner. My plan was slow forming, but everything clicked into place when he stepped into my life again. He may have made reaching my goal easier, but my heart? It wasn’t ready for Roman Marcello. Roman: Life behind bars wasn’t hard. Did it have its challenges? F\\k yeah, but life was full of those before prison. After serving three consecutive years, I’m out and am ready to start my life somewhere far from home. But I have some things to take care of before that happens. I step back into my old life, ready to walk right out when my past comes snapping in my face, but when I’m offered a chance to get what I really want, the opportunity to see her again, my plan changes. Now all that matters is her. My angel. My Amira.

Amira: Their death should have ended it. The dread of waking up in the morning and the nightmares that follow when I close my eyes.. It should have stopped. And yet, he somehow still lives in my mind. His voice still speaks in my ear, and his touch still crawls over my skin. It won’t stop.. He’ll never stop. Not until I’m in the same hell He Is. Roman: I don’t know how to help her. There’s nothing I can say or do that will make everything better. She has to see for herself. She’s not going to want to, and she’ll fight it the entire time, but can’t she see we’re drowning? This is my last resort, the only thing I can think of to save us. To save her. We have to go back, and if she hates me after that, then fine, but at least this will be over. At least she’ll be free