Cranberry with a Pit

Could it really be him—the guy we grew up with in the orphanage? The very one I dealt a terrible injury with, after which his life went off the rails...

Why did I end up falling in love with him of all people? Karma?

And by the way, this isn’t even the main problem yet... I should admit: I have a split personality, so I constantly keep myself on a leash so I don’t harm anyone. Because even I don’t know what will happen if my second personality finally breaks free into freedom...