Jackson Davis broke my heart, changing the course of my life forever.

A decade later, I was living in Manhattan when a hurricane put the city on lockdown.

I got a message I never thought I'd receive; Jackson was dying and alone. In a city of millions, I was the only person who could sit by his side.

I didn't want to go, but being the good girl I am, I couldn't let him suffer alone.

Tatted-up and broken, he woke up in a hospital only to see me — the one person he needed to atone his sins to — standing before him. Turned out, he would recover from his injuries, but not from the pain he caused in the past.

Trapped by the storm, I had nowhere to go but stay with him. After a night of reckoning, I found myself needing to get away.

On the island of Hawaii, I planned to start over and try to fix my broken heart once and for all. Except he followed me willing me to live in the present and find a way to navigate into the future.

But could I ever forget the past?