Hamish knew what it was like to be chewed up and spat out by 'the system'.
He had no love or respect for himself, let alone anyone else.
He was just doing his best to survive, in the only way he knew how – by living one day at a time.
Blossom was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and when she sees something she wants, she takes it.
She wants Hamish and will do whatever it takes to make him, hers.
Will a near tragedy force them to admit their love for each other, or will it be too late?