Some touched. Some watched. Some just talked to me. They all had their vices. Fear. Betrayal. Loss. I’m trailer trash in the slums of Carillon. Until I met him, the mysterious neighbor who speaks through handwritten notes. He never shows his face, only comes and goes late at night, and I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I shouldn’t want him. I don’t need him. But when I close my eyes, he’s all I see. He’s my addiction. The secret I keep close to my heart. But sometimes things aren’t what they seem, and secrets don’t stay secrets forever. He’s weak. I’m weaker. And together, we’re just two lost souls on the wrong side of heaven.

I wanted a family with Cash. We had dreams –building a house, kids, a dog, and, yes, even the white picket fence. Or so I’m told. I don’t remember anything about my husband. Not the wedding or the vows we shared. The past ten years were erased and with time, they’re supposed to come back. But this isn’t your typical case of amnesia. What if I’m not supposed to remember? What if I was meant to forget? Maybe I don’t want my old life back. Because if the accident hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have uncovered the truth. Losing my memory wasn’t tragic. Losing my memory was fate.