"Of course he's never hit me. He'd never hit me. He'd never do that."

Falling in love with Tristan had been so easy. He was brilliant, funny, and attentive. He liked music, and the songs she wrote. Tristan wasn't like any man she'd ever met. He was an artist, an extraordinary catch. But soon his mood swings became more frequent, and the violence got worse. How far would she go for love? And could she really even call it love any more?