Brett's POV

Riley settles back on the couch, her green eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that makes me want to run. But I've spent too many years running from the truth.

"You've heard pieces of this before," I begin, my voice rougher than I intended. "But never the whole story."

"I'm listening."

I move to the window, needing distance before I can dive into the darkness. "My mother was Sandra Graham. Twenty-three when she had me, already three years deep into a crack addiction that would ...