I fell in love with Beckett Armstrong earlier than both of us knew what that meant. He was my first kiss. My past love.
My whole world.
We promised one another eternally, and we meant it wholeheartedly. However sadly, when tragedy struck, love wasn’t almost sufficient to avoid wasting us.
Little did we all know… it could solely worsen from there.
Twelve years later, Beckett and I put on our scars like finely crafted armor. We’ve been in survival mode for therefore lengthy, we’ve forgotten the way to reside. After the whole lot we’ve endured, can we transfer past the ache to forge a future collectively?
Or are we destined to repeat the errors of our previous?

*REDEMPTION comprises graphic scenes that some readers might discover triggering.