Love didn’t save me. Hate did.
I died in a Louisiana bayou fifteen years ago. Or at least, that’s what they thought when they left me there.
Now I’m back—forged in trauma, sharpened by rage, and hungry for the kind of vengeance that doesn’t just bleed… it burns.
They thought they could break a little girl and forget her. Instead, they created a monster.
And monsters? We always come home.
I’m not here for redemption. I’m here to tear their world apart—starting with the man who ruined me… the man I can’t forget.
Because the thing about scars? They don’t fade. They fester.
