Lay Me Down
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Some scars go deeper than skin. SCARS triolgy vol. 2. Raw, honest and beautiful - a story about what it takes to get back up again.
Two weeks ago, Jon and his dad, Pastor Pete, picked Cary up from a shelter like an unwanted stray. Now the bruises on Cary's skin are healing, but he seems barely alive, silent and numb in his new family. The nightmare of Cary's childhood can find him anywhere and Jon's hope is wearing thin. Is it even possible to heal from a lifetime of hurt, or is his friend going to be hiding forever?
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Cary has a terrible secret that could wreck the fragile safety he's found with the Whites. The violence he grew up with is in his bones and he's afraid to let anyone inside. How can he become a person who loves and is loved when all his parents gave him are scars?
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