CHAPTER 4

Closing her eyes, she rested her head and just sat for a minute, soaking up a luxury she rarely made time for. After a few minutes of pure, unadulterated bliss, Rowena reached for a piece of brownie, letting the salted caramel melt in her mouth and slip down her throat.

The bold, salty taste burst through her mouth, reminding her of the brownies her grandmother had always made every time she knew Rowena was coming to visit her. Times like these she missed her family… even her mother.

Yes, she’d needed to escape Fairhaven, Massachusetts, to put s considerable space between her family’s overprotective tendencies and her mother’s inability to understand.

This decision had been an important step in her recovery, one she’d needed to take. The anonymity she’d found in Seattle hadn’t hurt, either. Here, she wasn’t Rowena Killian… In Seattle, she was just another nobody.

“Please, God… Let me remain nobody…” she whispered.

Closing her eyes, Row