my world, the man I'
thing, needed a miracle af
elt like fate, a se
t hopeful, his mother Elean
s fiancée," she declared,
ce was twisted into
than for years, smirked down at me
dn't recognize me, then flinched away
al, shoved against walls, slapp
ouse, all my belongings we
then threw the sharp pieces, cutting my chee
en years of
ies, these cruel fabrication
g act utterly worthless, my heart
standing homeless and bleeding on the c
n, David Harri
y new life began with a