People see what they want to see. A burly guy with tats and a permanent scowl is probably a criminal and an asshole, right? And I can't fault 'em, because in my case, they're right. My world revolves around righting the wrongs of my past. Atoning for my selfish stupidity. And it's enough.
Until I meet Viv—a woman who sees right through me. She's not scared or intimidated. A woman like her is way too good for a man like me. But life as I knew it won't be enough anymore. I realize now that before I met her, I wasn't really living. Hell, I was barely breathing.