Author: Eva Chase
I did a horrible act.
Fortunately, I have no idea what that thing was because of a blank in my memory, but it was horrible enough to keep me incarcerated for seven years. It was bad enough that my little sister refuses to speak with me.
But when I’m set free in a city intent on rubbing my “unknown” sins in my face, it’s not the only thing that has me scared. The four “unreal” pals who made my youth bearable invade my existence in a very real manner.