Daisies in the Water

Elio Hampton: When I was seventeen, I lost everything. I lost my wings to a man no better than the devil, I lost the only family who'd ever truly loved me, and I lost my best friend. After almost a decade of pain at the hands of the man I thought loved me, I realized just how hopeless it all was. Cradling daisies in my fists, I stood atop the first bridge I could find and pondered the water below. Until Crescent Miller, the man who was once my best friend, wrapped his arms around me. When h...