Wendy Martin and Theo Garner have perfected the art of being alone.
Until a car accident in the rain throws them together for thirty-seven minutes that will haunt them both. Kneeling beside strangers' blood in a crisis, they find something neither someone who understands their particular ache of emptiness.
But understanding isn't the same as healing.
What follows is an obsession disguised as devotion. Midnight vigils at the crash site. Elaborate shrines built from painted stones and desperate need. Two broken people mistaking shared trauma for salvation, confusing the drug of being needed with the reality of being known.
When they finally surrender to the pull between them, it's everything they dreamed of-and nothing they can sustain.
Because some hungers feed on your wounds instead of filling them. And sometimes the most dangerous love is the kind that feels like coming home to your own destruction.
What happens when two people realize they've been loving their own brokenness all along?
