I met Sylvie Cranston when I was ten years old. Back then, she was the annoying, weird girl who had moved next door and got me in trouble. But by twelve, we became friends when I taught her how to bait a fishing line and she showed me the value of a selfless act. At fourteen, she owned my heart.
At seventeen, she died.
Or so I was told. But I don’t believe it. Sylvie is part of my soul. I would know if she was no more. I searched and prayed for her to come back to me. Finally, I just waited for her.
Ten years later, she strolled into the English lit course I taught. Only this girl claimed her name was Sophie Becker and she had no idea who I was. But I’m not giving up. I’m going to get the girl I love back and protect her from the danger that took her away all those years ago.
My name is Caleb Tanner and this is our story.