CALLA’S POV

I heard my door click open while I lay in the dark. 

I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The morbid stench of Alcohol confirmed my fears. He was here again. 

One would think he would be kind enough to come to me without drinking his wits away, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

I knew Cole was a good man. He showed me kindness by taking me in three years ago when I washed up in his territory with no idea who I was. He saved my life and gave me the Identity I had today, all the while, helping me to...