Meeting Jesse was never supposed to happen. I came to the island to get away from my life. It had been six months since I lost my husband to this blasted war. A war none of us understood. Luckily it hadn't come to our continent yet. Mourning my husband had taken its toll. My life was filled with darkness. Every where I looked he was there. Reminders of a life that would never be. Mother insisted I come here. Even paid for my trip. Two weeks away, she said, would do my heart good. Did she know what would happen? Did she know what was coming?