Sutton is like a delicate wildflower sprouting up between cracks in the cement. She's beautiful, unexpected, and life-giving, especially after spending the last five years in prison.
The first time I saw her at the clubhouse, my knees buckled and I grew so lightheaded I thought I would faint. She's skittish, however. I don't know what she's been through, but my girl can barely look at her own shadow without shrinking away from the darkness.
Little by little, I draw Sutton out of her shell, showing her how strong and brave she is all on her own. When she finds out about my past, all the progress we made is undone.
Can my wildflower forgive me and see past my flaws? I hope so, because I know I can't live without her . . .
Contains mature themes.
