KarverLife has taught me that we all wear masks. Some for protection.

Some to hide their true selves; be that good, bad and in between. Everybody lies and everybody leaves, that much I know is true.

Nana always said I would know when I found the one. That I could wholly and unapologetically be my true self with them.

When lies, deception and manipulation are tactics I've perfected to protect myself and my heart, how do I convince Sloane that my love for her is real. Deep within my tangled web of lies that suffocates her is my one kernel of truth.

She's my 143. SloaneNothing.

All that I feel and all that I am, amounts to absolutely nothing. When your father abandons you and your mother screams at you that you have no right to cry over her heartbreak, you learn to shut it all off.

Even in the face of something that should cause me insurmountable grief, I feel nothing. Does that make me broken or a monster? Perhaps, I'm both.

Or so I thought. Karver came crashing into my pathetic existence and gave it meaning.

Feeling. The floodgates opened and he kickstarted my heart back to life.

But there's a balance in this thing called life. The good with the bad.

The joy with the sorrow. And the sweet smiles followed by salty tears.

What's worse. .

. I've fallen in love with the suspect of multiple murders.

Does that make him broken or a monster? Perhaps, he's both. .