I wasn't always the law--abiding, churchgoing young woman I am today. Not too long ago I did shameful things and then ran far away. Not even my beloved fi anc?, youth minister Greg Whitten, knows the truth about my past. But now my worst nightmare has come true. Someone has pictures of the old me and is sending them to me, to Greg, to the church. And if I want to live happily ever after--if I want to live at all--I'll need my newfound faith and Greg's love more than ever.
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