I escaped my ex, but now I'm in prison for his murder.
I thought moving to New Orleans would give me a fresh start. A new city, a new job, a chance to reclaim my life after years of being trapped in a relationship with Zane that nearly destroyed me.
For the first time in forever, I felt safe. I let my guard down. I landed a new job, and made friends who showed me a brighter side of life. I even met Xavier, dark, handsome, and a saxophone player whose music made my heart race and my fears fade away.
But just as I started to breathe again, Zane walked back into my life. Maybe I was naïve to think I could outrun death twice. After all, blood already stained my childhood memories.
Now all I remember is pulling a knife out of his chest, blood staining my trembling hands.
Locked behind bars, I'm haunted by fragmented memories of something shiny from that deadly night. The pieces of the puzzle don't quite fit. And in the quiet hours when I lay awake, I wonder if everything I thought I remembered was a lie.
What if Zane's death wasn't about him at all? But if I'm missing something, whose lies have I believed all along?