As A Child

"And as the sweet, cumbersome rain tapped gently against my bare shoulders, I no longer felt alone. I felt the small taps, the innocent inquiries 'are you okay?' as a child.
'I am okay,' I breathed, 'I am okay.'"

Anastasia Romano pivoted toward her deceased mother, laying in a pool of darkened blood, and her volatile father, holding a knife with no emotion. For the first time, Anastasia felt raw. Understandably, undeniably cut.

As the trauma yet quaked her, she collided in a supernatural nova with Dean Jumpers. Her heart fluttered and sank, a mystery only the scarred could feel and empathize with. She was in love, but she was still wounded.