When Abigail had walked through the forest with a weak and wounded Lorenzo just weeks ago, running for their lives. She never would have imagined she would ever return to the same forest ever again.
Much less, she would have never imagined that the very man she had wished to escape from, the man she threatened with a letter opener in the middle of the night, was now her lover and that she would care about him and his friends so much.
In such a short period of time her life had changed so much she could barely recognize it. She had gone from being Fred’s humiliated ex who ran away from campus to take refuge in her loving father’s house. To being Lorenzo’s lover, the daughter of a thief, and the woman dodging bullets and burning cars.
Whether she was happy with the change in totality w
