Sacred Hart

Sleep, it was luxury I didn’t have.

I could hear it then, in the dark light of night, in the dusky morning…

The click of the trigger, the smell of her blood, the sound of the rain.

I never thought I would see her again.

She was a ghost.

She was dead.

When Maggie Wright pushed her way into my life, she brought the phantom with her, and I was helpless to her pull.

Everything I had, all of it, had been taken from me ten years ago. I had nothing but the shirt on my back, the memories that still burned through my veins, and the regret I drowned in every day.

I am Ryan Hartford...and I have nothing left to lose.