Wounded (Rylee Adamson, #8)

by Shannon Mayer

My rational mind told me to turn around, what was done was done and there would be no changing it. I knew that. But the little girl from my past, the girl I’d been so many years ago, who huddled inside me, the one who was afraid and weak, the one who cried for her parents when no one was looking, she wouldn’t be denied. Not this time.