STILL WATERS

Evangeline Duval is the kind of girl churches were built for.

She sings in the choir. She wears her grandmother's gold cross. She made a vow to God at seventeen that she intends to keep. Her life is steady, faithful, and exactly the size she built it to be.

Rhys Moran is the kind of man God made as a warning.

He fights in underground basements and play music in warehouse. He hasn't prayed since he was fourteen. He's been her brother's best friend for a decade, and he's been in love with her for three years - a fact he has buried so deep he's almost convinced himself it isn't true.

He calls her kid because the alternative would ruin everything.

She calls him impossible because the truth is worse.

When five days on tour force them into the same van, the same hotels, the same air - the walls they've been building start to crack. And what's behind them is not safe. Not simple. Not the kind of love either of them was prepared for.
It's the kind that burns.

Still Waters. A story about the most dangerous thing two people can do - stop pretending.