The witness-protection program has given me the fresh start of which I've always dreamed. A new home. A new name. A new life. For the first time in 10 years, it feels like I can breathe again.
But the cost of freedom is more than I bargained for. I put my foster father behind bars. It doesn't matter that he deserved it. What matters is that he's powerful, manipulative, and now, he wants me dead.
I can feel someone watching me. I know my time is running out. The only other person who cares if I live or die is a masked stranger. So I'm putting my life in the vigilante's hands — and maybe a piece of my heart along with it. Even though I'm worried that he's just as dangerous as the man I sent to prison.
