I'd left everything behind, the money, the fame, friends and family. I'd made something new, built something of my own and then in one split second, it all unraveled.
When you lived the life I lived and leave catastrophe in your wake, it doesn't go away just because you did. It sits and it waits until you return and then it comes for you.
I always knew my past would be my downfall. But I'm not that person anymore. I can fight. I will fight. But will it be enough?