Distance was all that mattered. Tommy felt it in every inch of his body, he felt it in every scar on his marred skin - he felt it in the fear that choked the breath from him - but that fear was the same thing that kept him going. He knew that the time he had left was burning out like an overused match and his list of contacts were growing smaller and smaller as the months and years dragged on. Distance was all that mattered. He wouldn't let his brother catch up to him, he wouldn't let him add another scar, he wouldn't let him hurt him anymore. He was excruciatingly tired of being afraid. Hiding in the small coastal town of Winchester where everybody knew everybody should've been easy for Tommy to get away with for a few months at least. The town was mainly a Summer holiday destination where families rented beach houses to spend a quiet few weeks in seclusion. Though the new arrival of the skittish and smart-mouthed Tommy Sinclair, a man barely in his 20's who took over the small beachfront home in the middle of Autumn caught the attention of the towns residence in a way that Tommy could hardly anticipate. What was even more unexpected was a particular set of eyes of which belonged to Mason Hartford, a man who seemed to see right through Tommy's lies and fake persona's. For a small town, Winchester was more than Tommy could ever expect, for the secrets it holds threatened to expose everything that he held so closely. He thought he would have to run for the rest of his life, but Tommy thinks he might've actually found something worth staying for, even if it meant losing everything he fought so hard to keep.