ONE WORD CAN REWRITE THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE

Abduction. Torture. Surrender.

My entire life has been framed, it has been created, by eleven months when I was fourteen. It left me scarred in ways no one has ever seen before on the outside, and in ways that no one can see on the inside.

I'm grown up, have a good job as a detective, and a personal life that's my sister and my pet rabbit. But that's okay. Now, though... Now... Girls are showing up dead and they have all the scars I have. How am I ever going to handle looking for their killer when at every turn, I'm faced with my past?

And yet, the one who hurt me is dead...so who is doing this to these girls? How am I going to find that out without losing my mind?