I don't know who I am. I can't remember my name, where I come from, or how I ended up in the hospital with a bullet wound to my chest. When I think back, searching for a memory, all I see is a big black hole of nothing. But I recall her voice...the sweet, angelic sound that reached out to me through the coffin of black, pulling me back to the light. I might not know anything about my past, my life, my identity-but the moment I opened my eyes and stared straight into hers, I knew I wanted her. I knew there was no way in hell I would let her go. Now I need to piece back together the missing...