Those were dark times. My friends and family were slowly giving up on me, yet they didn't know the pain, the torment, the temptation. I was surrounded by people, yet alone. My mind was empty, yet it was full of voices screaming at me. I was a prisoner within my own mind, and I only had myself to blame. I did this to myself. Every slap, every punch, every comment; I deserved it all. Alfie didn't care. He didn't hear me crying at night. No one did. It was the worst type of crying. The crying in the middle of the night, when everyone else is asleep so you have to try and be quiet, but all you want to do is scream and shout. But no one notices you drowning in your own tears. The type of crying where you're curled up in a ball, desperately trying to gain control, to stop yourself from falling to pieces. But that's all you are. Tiny fragments of a broken heart. That's all that's left of the once happy, bright child. They broke you. And you let them.
Riley and James. James and Riley. Jiley. Two peas in a pod, or so everyone thought. Until James' tragic suicide left Riley a single mother to their many children. Riley moved on, but when that relationship crumbled right in front of her very eyes, what was she to do? She was at the hands of her abusive husband, in a horrific cycle of abuse, torment and terror. But suddenly James comes back, sparking rumours throughout the media. Riley struggles to comprehend, after all, he was dead.
Who's behind the mysterious disappearances? Did the person have anything to do with her daughters abduction? Can she trust James, if this person is actually the love of her life? Will he forgive her? For moving on so fast? Where on earth has he been? Was he even dead? But most importantly, if James is here, just who is in that coffin?