Dark Truths: Tattoos and Tears Book Eight

My world is spinning wildly off its axis, and the gravity keeping my feet firmly rooted to the floor is abandoning me. I felt like I was free-falling. The crippling grief dominated every part of my being. I sought justice for Rian - he didn't deserve to be just a number, another statistic. He deserved justice, and I was determined to get it for him if it was the last thing I ever did for him. Along the way, I would find out some dark truths, and the past that I thought was firmly behind me would come back to haunt me. I would come face-to-face with some familiar faces - ghosts I would rather forget. My past, present, and future were colliding like dust in the wind. The question at the forefront of my mind was, would I allow it to consume me, or would I rise like a phoenix from the ashes?