"As I slowly wake in my hospital bed, my darling husband's familiar voice soothes me. Yet, as I look across at him, I can't shake the feeling that this is not my husband at all... Later, I realize the awful truth. Because of my injury, I'm unable to feel the same emotion towards those I loved. The doctor calls this emotional amnesia, but gazing over at my husband, I call it torture. As the weeks pass, my family and friends keep me going, especially Charity. Years before, she married my ex-husband and I, in turn, married hers. To keep our friendship group together we kept things civil - I thought we had the perfect blended family. But once I'm back home, I begin to notice Charity inserting herself into my family. At first it's little things, her hand lingering a moment too long on my husband's back, playing the role of hostess in my home at a family barbeque. Then I see her encouraging her wayward brother to pay my only daughter more attention and I feel instantly threatened. That evening, I am haunted by a familiar nightmare of an unknown man forcing someone under water, vowing that their next breath will be their last. As I gasp for air, my husband tries to comfort me. But lying there in his arms, I feel anything but reassured. With no one I can really trust, I have to ask myself: does the man who gave me a second chance at love want me gone?" -- Publisher.