Ten years ago, Tomas left me behind.
No answers. No explanation. Just gone without a trace.
I thought I could move on.
I thought I could forget him.
But on the day of my wedding, here he is again:
The boy I used to love.
The years have made him harder. Darker.
And the gun in his hand shows just how far he’s fallen.
I thought the scars he gave me a decade ago were painful.
But the look in his eyes says he’s only just begun.