Four years of hiding. Four years of waiting. Always looking over my shoulder.
Wondering when they will find me. Hoping that, by some miracle, he will find me.
The boy I loved. My only friend. The only man I have ever wanted.
She disappeared while I was at war. Four years I have been searching. How did a sixteen year old girl manage to hide so well. I can’t let myself believe that they might have found her. That she might already be dead.
I don’t care how long it takes. If it takes forever I will gladly spend the rest of my life
FINDING FAYE.