I had a choice, and I chose wrong. I thought I lost everything. But when the smoke finally cleared, I discovered I wasn't alone. Father Sullivan was a force -a living, breathing force, a forbidden desire I couldn't resist. I didn't want to resist. But I wasn't the only one who wanted him, and by all accounts neither of us should have him. For every action, there is a reaction. For every choice, a consequence. If I hadn't chosen to live again, I would have never known what life could be like With the Father