This was his worst nightmare.
And it had come true.
Ethan Blackhawk didn’t know who he was anymore, but he did know one thing.
He’d lost more than his career.
He was going to lose himself.
Prologue
Damascus, Utah
Days Before
Somewhere Dark…
Oh, there was nothing he liked more than enjoying the job that he’d set out to do, and this was just that. It was born in fire years before and festering like a wound that wouldn’t heal. Only, now, it was in the process of being fixed.
FINALLY.
Because like his therapist had told him years ago, things took time to forgive.
Some tookYEARS.
Eventually though, that hole would heal, and good things would come from it.
Well, that was a crock of shit. Nothing good came from this, and nothing good ever would.
Yes, Forgiveness was important, and what was more important for him was being able to look at oneself in the mirror and not hate what you saw looking back.
That he even had that was a miracle of miracles, to be honest.
For the longest time, he hated what he saw staring back at him.
That reflection…
It was ugly.
It was hideous.
It was broken.
It was all he ever remembered.
Every day was a battle for him to stay in control, but now, as he’d grown up, and he’d gotten the help that he so desperately deserved, he’d learned a few things about life—his in particular.
Forgiveness mattered.
Sin was always going to be there.
And if you needed justice, you had to find it yourself.
The first two were the most difficult to accept, especially when you lived the life he’d lived.
It wasn’t easy to overcome shame, or to look past that reflection of sin, and see the good that had yet to come. It wasn’t easy to stay in control and not listen to the voices in your head.
Thus, the therapist.
