They were always running.New countries.New passports.New names whispered into existence like lies that had to survive.She never knew why.Her father was strict. Ruthless with rules.No friends. No sleepovers. No pink dresses. No dolls.Her mother watched in silence - loving her, but afraid.Then one night, the silence became permanent.Her mother was found murdered.Not just killed - but silenced.And after that, her father changed everything.Her name.Her hair.Her clothes.Her world."You are not a girl anymore," he told her."Hold your head high. You survive."She hated him.Until he was found the same way - lips sewn shut, secrets buried in thread.Now alone, living as a boy in a foreign country, she hides in plain sight. Working. Breathing. Existing.Until news breaks:A serial predator is roaming free.His victims are silenced the same way.The past isn't buried.It's hunting her.And somewhere between survival and revenge...she meets a man who begins to fall for the person he believes is another man.Love was never part of the plan.Neither was truth.And when the mask finally comes off-Someone will bleed.

"Nevaeh has been telling me,ever since she was about three that she was glad she chose me as her mother,"A young African lady with short curly hair and eyes sparkling with joy exclaimed in a very soft melodious voice that could make a listener to feel blessed to be talking to such a angel of a person.Images of her five year old daughter flashed before her eyes as she told her this while her mother was tucking her to bed,swiftly pointing at her parents."She talked about picking her father,picking me.This is something she has been doing since she's been able to speak." "There is that feeling of aw and excitement and then you are kind of like,ooh,ok...that's not something you hear every single day." Heaven Heaven was a young African lady who was shocked by the shocking revelations of her daughter Nevaeh who she had named after her surname which is the backward spelling of Heaven ,which of course,also happens to be her name."Nevaeh talks about having a memory of life before lives.As she describes it in her own words...it would be like watching a sideshow and she remembered seeing who I would be,who her father would be,who her sisters would be and that she more or less handpicked us...and that we would be the people that would best serve her needs in her life as Nevaeh.""Kind of making me go,'OK...you are quite aware of what you actually came here and chose.'" Heaven looked at the woman standing in front of her who was a journalist who had been intrigued by this woman's story about how her daughter remembers her past life and was even talking about it so she and her co-worker are here to hear her story and share it to the world."It wasn't just a random type of statement,.She would back it up with other things that made me to think,OK,she's really remembering a different time,she is remembering not being Nevaeh."She exclaimed in a sweet voice that sounded appealing to the listeners."In our house,the girls each have their own rooms but Nevaeh has never for once slept in her own room...ever.She would always prefer to sleep with me.That generally shift,you know down the line but that was something very different.She just couldn't sleep on her own.""My name is Blessing,I am Nevaeh' s older sister and am 12 years old.Nevaeh has never for once slept in her own room,she either slept besides me or my mother.It bothered me so much when she comes into my room because I like to sleep like like a starfish."Everybody chuckled at her statement,"I just didn't understand why she couldn't sleep alone but I was so worried about her because she was always so scared...even though at her age,she should have been able to,you know."Nevaeh's mother took it from there,"It wasn't a fear of the dark.It wasn't one individual thing.It was just this whole idea of being raped in her past life by her father ...her past father!""I noticed that she had a very difficult time with being left all alone in her bedroom.Nevaeh would always have me go to the bathroom with her.If I went upstairs to the bathroom,she would come with me unless she was deeply engrossed in a cartoon or game,I could slip out and maybe go downstairs and do the laundry."Tears filled her eyes as she said that."Nevaeh told me often that she was afraid of being alone!"Blessing exclaimed. "The weird thing was,even though she doesn't like to be alone,she doesn't like crowds either, She'd go into the crowds , but she doesn't like the crowd and she is very vocal about not liking crowds, Even in this school room situation where there are about 25 students in the room and for her that's just way too much.This is because she claims that she can hear thoughts.People's thoughts."She began sobbing and went on again,"As a mom,you often hate to see your child being afraid of anything,I just didn't know how to help her.It got worse to the point where I realised she was too clever for her own age,at the age of three,she knew every answer to a question,even questions that she never came across with,it's like she knew everything,she even knew what I was about to say before I said it out alive.My daughter even told me once after I bought a birthday cake for her fifth birthday,'You are the nicest mother I have ever had,' now that statement came as a surprise and when I asked her about it,she was like,'my mother...she never loved me.She only loved my father,'it went to the point where she was crying while clinging to me for comfort,and she went on like,'she knew what he was doing to me...she knew he was raping me,infant she encouraged that.She agreed with my father to let him do as he pleased to me.She tried to convince me.Told me that that was the only way we would get to keep him with us forever so he doesn't have to leave us for another woman.'Her words made me feel for her...I felt sad,angry and a wave of other mixed emotions I can't express.How could a mother do that to her daughter.This memorie haunts me even now,when my daughter is all grown up now and I know it haunts her too.