Few things I knew. I knew the sound of my mother's voice when I woke. I knew the painful look in her eyes that meant something terrible must have happened to me. And eventually, I knew where I was. But I never knew the identity of the strange, handsome boy who sat at my bedside when he thought no one was watching. Warning: Contains mature language and themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Few things I knew. I knew the sound of my mother's voice when I woke. I knew the painful look in her eyes that meant something terrible must have happ...
