Finding Faye:

Four years of hiding. Four years of waiting. Always looking over my shoulder. Wondering when they will find me. Hoping that, by some miracle, he will find me. The boy I loved. My only friend. The only man I have ever wanted. She disappeared while I was at war. Four years I have been searching. How did a sixteen year old girl manage to hide so well. I can’t let myself believe that they might have found her. That she might already be dead. I don’t care how long it takes. If it takes forever I will gladly spend the rest of my life FINDING FAYE