Eight Years Ashes
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Eight years ago, I fled Pennsylvania for London, desperate to escape all the painful ghosts of my hometown. An urgent frantic call from my mother pulls me back—my brother Ethan’s condition has worsened drastically, and he mutters only my name nonstop. Ethan is the only person I hold dear in that family, leaving me no choice but to come home.
I never intended to run into Luke Morrison again, the man scarred by a knife wound while saving me. At a charity gala, a boy around six or seven years old rushes forward, throwing his arms around me and calling me Mama over and over.
Trapped by heavy guilt, the child’s earnest longing and our simmering unfinished love, I have to confront the scars I spent eight years evading.
I never intended to run into Luke Morrison again, the man scarred by a knife wound while saving me. At a charity gala, a boy around six or seven years old rushes forward, throwing his arms around me and calling me Mama over and over.
Trapped by heavy guilt, the child’s earnest longing and our simmering unfinished love, I have to confront the scars I spent eight years evading.












































