I ran to his body lying on the floor unmoving. As I neared his face my heart stopped, it was pale white and his eyes were staring up to the ceiling unblinking. I dropped down onto my knees and put my fingers to his throat looking for a pulse. There was nothing. He was dead. I buried my head into his chest, breathing in his scent one last time, before they took him away, before they took him away from me.
After having lost the man she thought was it to death, Grace Ashide didn't think there were few worse things, but boy was she wrong. When a man breaks into her house, claiming to be someone he's not, she starts to question everything around her. What will happen when her true love maybe isn't dead?