Here is a little blurb from the first chapter in the next book!
Esme POV:
The memory keeps playing in my head, the pain keeps burning me from the inside and I don't know how to make it stop. I throw my glass at the wall hearing it shatter does not make me feel any better though. I close my eyes and run my hands through my graying hair but then I stand up and throw the chair I am sitting on at the other wall. Breaking the chair and the wall a little bit. I scream my lungs out and I kick the kitchen island. I can scream here. I am not living in the main house anymore. I live in the house outback that my daughter had specially soundproofed. I could not live in that house any more. I stop kicking but not because of pain from my leg nor my lungs but because I know it is useless.
I see his
