I didn't mean to kill him. I couldn't stop it. The rage. The fury that
built up inside my chest. I didn't want to hurt him. He didn't stop
taunting me until his body laid breathless on the ground. Cold. I can't
feel anything besides the cold, harsh air pushing against my body with
sharp fragments of rain piercing my skin. Run. Olivia Davis struggles to
grasp ahold of her own reality. She must recover from the death of her
first love. Mixed mental health problems with a killer on the loose is a
recipe for disaster...