Keycee's POV
MY CHILDHOOD wasn't pleasant. I was only nine years old when my father and I wandered around the park. He said, "Stay here, sweetheart. I'll buy you some ice cream."
Papa left to buy me ice cream. I was overjoyed then, but suddenly, chaos erupted in the park. I heard gunshots, and before I knew it, my father had been shot. I could do nothing but cry uncontrollably when I saw him lying unconscious.
Being so young, I didn't know what to do, so I left Papa's side. I ran home crying, intending to tell mom what had happened to Papa, but I never made it home, because a car stopped in front of me, and I was suddenly taken. I cried even more, realizing I had been kidnapped.
The people who kidnapped me brought me to an unfamiliar place. When we arrived at what seemed like an old, a
