The Lies Always Told (Baker Oaks #4)

IV. The Aftermath

THE AFTERMATH

Standing on the shore,

watching the waters recede,

leaving behind the debris of everything,

E v e r y t h i n g,

E v e r y t h i n g,

I thought I could hold on.

What is left but pieces?

There is no perfect return,

no way to make the pieces fit again.

Only time will tell.