My will to live is weak. By all accounts, I should be dead, but somehow I made it through. Broken, battered, and barely hanging on, I'm forced to rely on the man who destroyed me. Recovery is a long road, and I'm not sure I can take it by his side, so I punish him, refusing to grant forgiveness. But it's still there-the spark. That incessant pull that I can't escape. The deepest scars of our hearts spill out. All the secrets we kept locked away...

My life was ash. Burned to the ground. Razed with no chance of rebuilding. Empty. Alone. Just as I had to be. No one else was going to get hurt because of me. No more deaths. For years I've secluded myself, stayed in the darkness, and tried to melt into the background. Hiding in plain sight. Taking a new job, working in close confines with a new partner, is risky, and I thought I was up to the task. So I hide behind a mask of my own making, a façade...