She was bright, she played music like an angel and she was headed for the stars...
But than the stars fell.
This was Grace Ezekiel. With a name so profoundly holy what more could you possibly expect? That is what did you expect...after the so called 'accident' Grace Ezekiel hasn't been much of anything except lost. How is it that one boy knows everything about her and another knows everything she should?
The start is simple and the end is inevitable but what do you do when you have no middle?