Once, I was broken, battered, and bruised.
Every s.
Skye\'s little beanpole grew into a giant of a man, and I\'m on a mission to make those who hurt us pay for their crimes.
I\'m no longer afraid.
I\'m not scared.
But, I\'m not little anymore.
I should have saved her, but I was too weak, too small, too fragile to fight.
My sister bears the guilt of taking a life to protect her little beanpole.
Too weak to save myself, my summer Skye did what had to be done.
Once, I was broken, battered, and bruised