WALK: Volume 6

I saw him for who he was; not just some tortured ex-con trying to beat back his demons and figure out his place in the world. Stone Gentry was sexy, complex, damaged, mysterious. He was a man I could fall for if he let me. 1513 The number of single lines you carefully scratched on a piece of notebook paper at each sunrise. 1513The number of days you passed in a locked cage, surrounded by fierce men who did things even worse than what you did. 1513The number of nights spent staring at the ceiling, praying for just five minutes of freedom to talk to your brother. The brother you love more than anyone on earth. The brother who hates you even more than he hates himself. 1The number of moments it took for a tragedy to unfold and change lives, end lives, destroy lives. 1The number that represents isolation, a loneliness worse than any prison sentence. 1The number of girls who show up in your life and try to crack through the iron shield youve built around your heart these past four years. One girl and her name is Evie. Beautiful. Stubborn. Passionate. You know that if you had any honor you wouldnt take her. But honor is something you lost a long time ago.