I’ve never felt such guilt in my life. 

Although I survived, the boy was never found.  I prayed for him to
be safe.  I dreamed he’d be alright and come back to me.  Even as a
young girl I knew I loved him, but I betrayed him.

Twenty years later, all my wishes came true.

But the boy came back a man.  With a grip strong enough to keep me
close and a look in his eyes that warned me to never dare leave him
again.   I was his to keep after all.

Twenty years after leaving one hell, I entered another.  Our tale
was only just getting started.

It’s dark and twisted. 

But that doesn’t make it any less of what it is.

A love story. Our love story.