Unmoored: Healing My Toxic Past

When the hallway outside my hospital room was in absolute chaos, I was staring blankly at a single obsidian cufflink and a separation agreement on my bedside table.

On the last page of the contract, two names sat side by side: Summer Vance and Julian Vance.

I had absolutely no idea who Julian was.

My father pushed the door open, followed by a man in a long black wool coat. "This is Julian, your adoptive uncle. A few months ago, you went crazy and forced him to get engaged to you. Now that you've got brain damage, you can finally forget all that nonsense and start fresh."