Once, I was broken, battered, and bruised. Too weak to save myself, my summer Skye did what had to be done. My sister bears the guilt of taking a life to protect her little beanpole. I should have saved her, but I was too weak, too small, too fragile to fight. But, I'm not little anymore. I'm not scared. I'm no longer afraid. Skye's little beanpole grew into a giant of a man, and I'm on a mission to make those who...