There are plenty of things
I could tell you about my life; plenty of things happened during my years in an
inept foster care system. But my real story—when my life really began—started on
the day I turned eighteen.
It was the day I discovered
who I was. I learned my real name, my dead mother’s identity, and where we come
from. These simple things prompted me to pack my meager belongings, hop on a
plane, and come home to the dilapidated house in North Carolina that belonged
to the mother I never knew.
Even
though I have a home and a family for the first time, my thoughts are still
burning with unanswered questions. Like why did my mother run away? Why the
heck has my skin started to tingle every time it touches the water? And who—or
what—is my father really? Because it definitely isn’t human--
And if all
that weren’t enough, there’s this guy, Dove. Yeah, he might be a distraction
from my true purpose, but when he offers a healing hand to sooth the damage
from my past, I’m helpless to resist.
All I ever
wanted was to know who I am, but my
journey to self-discovery might just lead to the destruction of mankind.
My name is Della Doe Deare
and this, well, this is my story.
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