Haunted by a photographic memory, I couldn't escape the worst night of my life. The blood they shed. The pain they endured. The evil that still walked free. It was all I saw. Those memories, my childhood-the images. Silenced and scarred. But nothing lasts forever. Torment turned to blinding rage. Hate sought revenge, which pursued death. Then there was life. The moon. Rylee Anderson. I had to choose...