Seasons ago, I resonated to the quietest of tribesmates, a male content to love me from afar while I was the center of attention. We could have been happy. Despite our differences, I loved him and he loved me.
But then a terrible thing happened . . . and my world was never the same again.
Now resonance is giving us a second chance, but . . . I'm afraid. What if what I have with my mate is too broken to be fixed? What if there's no hope left for us at all?
Contains mature themes.
