A design I had never seen before with lace patterns that looked handmade.

There couldn't have honestly been too many women who would have those, and it would settle my mind more if I knew who they belonged to.

“I don't know," I sighed. “Maybe. But I will be honest. I don't want to."

“That's okay. I will accept maybe," he quickly replied. “I promise I won't hurt you again."

Lies. They were all lies.

“Yeah, sure. I have to go."

Hanging up the phone, I shoved it into my pocket and leaned against the railing overlooking the beach. Hearing his voice had brought back many terrible memories, and through...