BLURB 

Charlie’s ɖɛǟȶɦ is my fault. I remember that night clearly, being chased by the ӄɨʟʟɛʀ and attempting to report him to the police. They didn’t believe me, they let him get away. Now it’s my ɮʟօօɖ that  he wants. I must get justice for Charlie, but in order to do that I need to confront the demons of my past before they swallow me whole. As the shadows of guilt loom over me, and the lines between right and wrong blur, will I find redemption, or will the darkness that haunts me consume everything?