I never forgot her. Sweet little Katie Baxter. Beautiful. Innocent. Completely off-limits. 

Or she used to be—eight years ago. I was twice her age then, old enough to know better than to fall in love with a teenager.

Cutting myself off from the world and leaving my life behind was the only way to leave her untouched. It's why I live the way I do now, secluded up in the mountains. More hardened with each passing year. Perpetually alone. Tormented by memories, but free from temptation.