I could no longer control my mind. I was drowning in past events that were riddled in mystery. In a fit of pain, I had shorn my hair and now sat curled up in a bathtub in a hotel room afraid to sleep because of my terrible dreams.
I had to move on; I had become a renowned painter of children with my own art galleries, but I was still a child, still a damaged soul. The death of my own child had left emotional and physical scars.
That’s when I answered the ad.
Zach McAllister was a Colorado rancher, far removed from my world. He needed a cook, and I needed a place to cope with what was happening to me. He was a man determined to claw through the walls of my armor, undeterred by what he found. I was equally determined to shut him out of my life.
I could no longer control my mind. I was drowning in past events that were riddled in mystery. In a fit of pain, I had shorn my hair and now sat curled up in a bathtub in a hotel room afraid to sleep because of my terrible dreams.
I had to move on; I had become a renowned painter of children with my own art galleries, but I was still a child, still a damaged soul. The death of my own child had left emotional and physical scars.
That’s when I answered the ad.
Zach McAllister was a Colorado rancher, far removed from my world. He needed a cook, and I needed a place to cope with what was happening to me. He was a man determined to claw through the walls of my armor, undeterred by what he found. I was equally determined to shut him out of my life.