Erica
Copeland stayed to herself, too afraid people might figure out who she was. She
was always looking over her shoulder, convinced that her family was going to
hunt her down and drag her back to the miserable life she had before.
She’d
hadn’t had the money to move out of the city, much less the state which is what
her psychologist suggested, so bumping into family members was a distinct
possibility. And she knew what would happen. They would out her and humiliate
her to anyone that was around, or had gotten to know her.
Bad
enough they called her names and degraded her to their kids, her nieces and
nephews, but then her brothers had been worse growing up. Even now, the pain
sometimes overwhelmed her. And, for now, there wasn’t anything she could do
about it. She was stuck, because to become who she was, she needed money. A lot
of money.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Chad
Webster considered himself lucky the day he met Erica. She was so—adorable. But
he soon found out that Erica was not who she claimed to be. And the way he
found out only made things worse.
Nothing
compared to the agony of getting a late-night call that a friend, who you
wanted to be more, was injured, only to find out she’d been lying to you all
along. When Chad had shown up at the hospital, what the staff told him seemed
impossible. But when he confronted Erica, it was all true. Chad left the
hospital and Erica without a word and didn’t look back.
A
year later and Chad had come to realize how insensitive and cruel he’d been by
abandoning Erica. Now, he didn’t know where she was, but he had made a point to
learn about her situation. But, he wanted to talk to her—if he could find her.
Erica’s tear streaked face haunted his dreams and guilt ate at him like acid.
And, despite the truth, Chad still had feelings for her.
Chad
needed to find Erica and at least apologize, even if she told him she never
wanted to see him again.
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