TORRIN'S POV:
FIVE DAYS PRIOR…
Excruciating pain erupts from every inch of my body, blood oozing from my wounds, several of my bones broken. Not even the cold can numb the agony.
I crash into a large pile of snow. My breath is shallow, my heart barely beats. If I don't receive medical attention immediately, I may die. The problem is… I can't walk, let alone lift a finger to seek help.
As time drags on, my consciousness slips away. Eventually, my heartbeat fades completely while darkness takes over me.
I'm dead… or at least, I was.
Until,…
A man named Harry Ochoa - a lumberjack from no pack, finds me and brings me to his small but welcoming home, which is miles away from that snowy yet hellish place. His daughter, Andrea, is a healer. She stays by my side day and night, doing everything she can to pull me back from death.
They feed me, dress me, and care for me without questioning who I am, what happened to me, or demanding any favor in return.
