Summer

My mother screwed us all over, now I’m stuck tolerating the man who hunts my dreams. Hunting me since our preteen age. He brings out the darker side of me that I’ve always hidden. I’ve always been a good girl but with him I want to be everything but that.

-Imelda

Her mother played a part in the death of mine. I want nothing more than to make her suffer the same pain and humiliation my mother went through. The lines become blurred between love and hate when she becomes the only person I can trust and tolerate is her. Will my old obsession with her make or break the foundation I've built?