I didn't mean to kill him. I couldn't stop it. The rage. The fury that built up inside my chest. I didn't want to hurt him. He didn't stop taunting me until his body laid breathless on the ground. Cold. I can't feel anything besides the cold, harsh air pushing against my body with sharp fragments of rain piercing my skin. Run. Olivia Davis struggles to grasp ahold of her own reality. She must recover from the death of her first love. Mixed mental health problems with a killer on the loose is a recipe for disaster...