Fifteen years ago I met Sawyer Wesley. I fell in love with him. I promised that I would never leave him. And she swore that nothing would separate us. Five years ago I broke my promise. I ran away. And, having disappeared, she took with her the only secret that could destroy us. Five days ago I thought I saw him. I knew it was impossible. Sawyer was in captivity, serving time in federal prison. He couldn't find me. He wouldn't be able to find me. I was too good at hiding. Too good at survival. Because if Sawyer found me, I'd pay damn dearly for a multitude of sins. He couldn't even think of the worst. Five hours ago I told myself I was crazy. Five minutes ago I saw him again. Five seconds ago it was already too late.