My brother was always the smart one. The one people turned to when they needed guidance and comfort. I looked up to him my whole life. He was my best friend. He had his demons, but so did I.

Until the night my wife was taken away from me and my world crumbled to the ground. Where was he then? He became the face of the man that murdered my wife. All I saw was an enemy, no longer my brother.

It took me years to come to terms with my wife's death and the fact that Dominic really wasn't to blame.

I never dreamt I'd find love again, but then I met Morgan. She's crept into my heart, and there was no way to escape, nor do I want to.

Do I continue to live for my deceased wife, or do I finally open myself up for a second chance at love?