Proof

Jaci Life was full of choices. It was how you handled that responsibility that really mattered. Making the best decisions was never something I was notoriously known for, though. I was tenacious and the biggest obstacle I had to overcome. Usually. There was this thing that I had no control over. Two things, actually. Really, I was just a stubborn girl who grew to be a headstrong woman. When your heart knew such tragedy as mine, being happy wasn't something you foresaw in your future. Fate flipped a switch in my head when I saw my first dead body, but didn't mentally prepare me to find the second. The second destroyed me. Cal I'd seen more than my share of wickedness in the world and made all the wrong choices, but it didn't matter. Until her. I was just a timid boy who grew to be a man without direction. She was my compass and the only sanctuary I knew. The thing about being saved was you couldn't truly find refuge, if it wasn't yours to begin with. My heart wanted her, but another was her saving grace. She was always mine. When your foundation was built on lies and murder, it was impossible for your future to be painted as a beautiful one. It was like pouring whiskey onto gunpowder and then dropping a lit match to test its strength. If the alcohol burned, leaving only a solitary black line to burn beneath the flame, it was clear you had proof of merit. Eventually, you'd only be left with whiskey and wildfire.