I was certifiably insane. Or that’s what my paperwork said. I disagreed. I was of sound mind and body when I killed the man who murdered my mother. But the truth didn’t fit my father’s narrative. He didn’t want to believe his teenage daughter had slaughtered his brother.

So, I was deemed unstable and sentenced to seven years in Hawaii State Hospital for a murder I knowingly and willingly committed.
Seven years after I was released, my father died, and I moved back to Makani, intending to start a new life with my grandmother.

Then, I met Hannah—a six-year-old girl with sad eyes and a creepy uncle. Lucky for her, I knew exactly how to handle bad uncles.