They called it young love. But for Savannah, it felt more like a sentence.
Married at sixteen. Four sons by twenty-three. A tired routine and a husband who no longer saw her-just the weight she carried, the meals she cooked, and the body he came home to.
She was supposed to be free by forty.
But nobody warned her that sometimes, the real prison is the love you outgrow.
In the heart of Crenshaw, Savannah lives for her kids, folds her pain into silence, and survives on routine. Until one Tuesday morning, in the freezer aisle of a grocery store, a stranger touches her hand-and something buried deep inside her sparks to life again.
One stolen moment. One pair of hazel eyes.
And suddenly, survival isn't enough anymore.
Raw. Gritty. Unapologetically real.
This is the story of a woman remembering herself, one small rebellion at a time.