Time heals all wounds. At least that's how it is supposed to be. After months of dealing with everything, and after all the individual therapy sessions, I've found that my pain is progressing and is worse than ever. It seems the more I try to forget, the more I remember.
All I want is to go back to the beginning, take back the horrible things I've done, and just start over. I just want my family back the way it was.
My name is Sydney Masterson, and this is my story of heartache, false love, and deception.
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Haunted by an Angel
General FictionEvery story has a beginning, but some stories just don't know when to end. Sydney Masterson has had the same dream for years; standing alone in an empty Victorian ballroom, with beautiful Angels painted on the ceiling. A light, masculine voice c...
