Prologue

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Over the rhythmic rain pellets that collided and roared, my mind drifted. To the pathetic lie I was living back in California. All the choices I did to keep people happy, ignoring my heart, and abided to my parents' request. The worst part, I was going to let it happen.

I snuggled inside the warmth of the bedsheets over the shushed sound of droplets smacking the lookout's ceiling. With the transceiver in hand and my mouth corners nearly touching my eyes, tonight was the first time I would listen to my inner voice. My heart, skipping a beat. "Mark?" I called out.

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