His father was taken from him too soon.
Struggle had become his life, always operating in survival mode in fear of ending up like his father.
Staten Island had been home until it wasnât.
Moving back was the only solution.
Falling in love wasnât part of the plan.
Being more than a Daddyâs girl has always been the goal.
Finding herself outside of being the baby proved itself to be the hardest thing.
He seemed familiar. Something safe, someone she knew she could let her guard down around.
A man that wasnât just around because of what her last name could offer.
The car she drove wasnât the only thing that moved fast. She wasnât looking for something new.
He was looking for something real.
It was like their paths crossing was written in the stars.