Truth: Penn Walker entered my life like a summer storm—dark, ominous, and filled with thunder. After witnessing my husband’s murder, I didn’t have much of a heart left to offer a man. But Penn took it all. Every jagged shard. Every broken bit. Even the dirty and twisted pieces that I wish never existed. Lie: I didn’t need him to save me. Lie: I knew exactly who he was. Lie: Losing him wouldn’t destroy me. But that’s the thing about lies—you never know who to believe.
