Buttons and Pain

About this book

When I saw my escape I took it. Now Im in New York City and trying to get my life back on track. Despite the tracker in my ankle Crow hasnt come for me. He hasnt even called me. I told him the depth of my feelings but he cruelly rejected them. Maybe hes forgotten about me. One day I walk into my apartment and spot the pile of buttons on the counter. I never left them there and theres only one explanation for their presence. Maybe Crow hasnt forgotten me after all.