Get Amazon Books

Four GRAY Rehabilitation. The word tastes like metal in my mouth, cold and unfamiliar. It’s where addicts go to die. I just hope I can make it through the next ninety days. Sobriety is my only hope. My hands tremble as I hang up, receiver slipping in my sweaty grasp. My message echoes in my mind. “Please answer when

Three RHEA I wake to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar curtains, and for a moment, I forget where I am. The silence is what reminds me. There’s no traffic, no neighbors, and no Gray’s restless movements beside me in bed. It’s just the gentle whisper of wind through Georgia pines and the distant call of morning birds. Twenty-nine today. The

Two GRAY The heavy door slams shut with a finality that cuts through my fog, dragging me from dreams where Rhea’s fingers still trace the scars on my chest. “Hey, man. You can’t be here.” The voice belongs to a stranger, but it might as well be God himself pronouncing judgment. My eyelids feel like they’re made

Prologue RHEA My foot bounces against the marble floor, betraying my nervous energy. Waiting has never been my strong suit, but sitting here in the sterile luxury of the fifteenth floor, summoned by the CEO of Requiem Records without explanation, makes my skin crawl with unease. Never mind that it’s almost the end of my shift, and