Mya. Gregori. Lucas. He could see their faces as clear as day. He saw them running, playing, climbing, training, fighting. He felt Mya, their first touch, first embrace. He felt the desperation, the hope that welled inside of him when he confessed his past to her, and he felt her love wash over him. He felt the rolling sea as they traveled to America. He felt the overwhelming joy of finally being able to marry her, to know that she would be protected, and then he felt the betrayal and ...