Truth: Penn Walker entered my life like a summer stormâdark, ominous, and filled with thunder. After witnessing my husbandâs murder, I didnât have much of a heart left to offer a man. But Penn took it all. Every jagged shard. Every broken bit. Even the dirty and twisted pieces that I wish never existed. Lie: I didnât need him to save me. Lie: I knew exactly who he was. Lie: Losing him wouldnât destroy me. But thatâs the thing about liesâyou never know who to believe.