Through Her Eyes

Through Her Eyes

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Peter Belle is a world famous rock star, being the lead guitarist of Midnight Rising, a band he'd started with his three best friends, Ben Haddock, Drake Anders and Thomas Belle (his brother). The band is known for their hardcore biker looks and their unequivocal toughness. But when Peter travels to California on his tour, he takes the rare chance to visit his forcefully estranged seven year old daughter, Honey. When he arrives, he discovers that his ex-wife, Sarah, disposed of their daughter at his mother's apartment, after being diagnosed with an incurable brain tumor. Outraged, he decides to take his daughter with him for the rest of his tour, hoping to give her the best last chance to live. Peter began his journey wanting to give his daughter back the joy and hope she had lost. But he never foresaw that this one child would change the lives of him and his band members forever.
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