Seven years have flown by, but every step Tessa has taken has been one she hasn't forgotten. No matter what happened in her past, her feet had arrived in the city of Seattle.

The city of wounds.

Tessa pulled her suitcase out of the airport. she didn't expect to be greeted like everyone else who seemed to be hugging happily. she went alone so Tessa would come back alone too.

Her eyes only looked forward. The sunglasses and mask covering her face were almost unrecognizable, plus the black hat covering her head. Her style was completely casual, wearing only a plain white t-shirt and jeans with rips at the knees....