I thought he was the last man I’d ever want to see again.

Dean Thomas destroyed my family. Or at least, that’s how I see it. He was the one flying the plane that crashed and took away the only person I had left in this world.

When he comes to me, battered and near death, I almost let him rot on my front porch, but I drag him inside anyway for my sister’s sake. Not because I feel any sympathy for him.

Or because I get a look at his half naked body.

I may hate him, but when he says the same person who orchestrated my sister’s murder is trying to kill him I know if I don’t help him I’ll never get any answers.