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Can a guilty conscience keep wounds from healing?
Fine arts major, Candace Parker, grew up with a mother who thinks image is everything, and her daughter’s perfection will never be good enough. About to graduate college and pursue her dreams of becoming a professional ballerina, Candace decides it’s time to let go and have a little fun. But fun is short-lived when a brutal attack leaves her completely shattered.
The memories that consume and torment Candace are starting to destroy her when she meets Ryan Campbell, a successful bar owner. He feels instantly connected and tries to show her that hope is worth fighting for. But is Ryan harboring his own demons? As walls slowly begin to chip away, the secrets that are held within start to become painful burdens.
At what point do secrets become lies?
(17+) This book contains mature subject matter that is not suitable for those under the age of 17.
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Candace Waking From Nightmare
Thrashing up out of a dead sleep by my own screaming, I see him. His taunting laughter fills my room, and I frantically try to escape him. Ripping the sheets off of me, I fall hard on my knees to the floor and shuffle on my hands to the closet, slamming the door behind me. But he’s here. I squeeze my eyes shut, but he’s still here, covering me, hot breath on my skin. Shielding my face with my trembling hands, I hear my wrenching sobs rip through my achy chest, and I panic.
“Help me!” I shriek through my labored breaths, but I’m all alone.
I feel the stabbing pain in my belly again, and I heave over, vomiting on the floor. My stomach violently convulses as dry heaves begin to assault my body. I grow lightheaded as my vision tunnels, and I collapse back on the floor, wailing as the tears burn my eyes.
His hands are on me, I can feel the weight of them pressing on my flesh. I can’t escape him; he’s with me everywhere. His eyes are filled with murderous intent, and my throat constricts with the force of his hand around my neck, fingers digging into my skin. I feel it. Everything is so vivid, but I try and force myself to snap out of my tormenting hallucinations.
When my body begins to tremble and my blurred vision starts to clear, I focus on my breathing. I hear nothing but silence, and the realization that this is over bring along a fresh slew of tears. So I cry. Cry out of fear, defeat, humiliation, and the pathetic weak person I have become, lying here in a pool of tears and vomit.
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