This is not a pretty story. Nor is it a sad one. It is simply a story. *Their* story. Because before becoming the "Golden Sons," they were just Charles and Connor--two boys who grew up amidst the avenues and skyscrapers of Manhattan, afternoons in Central Park, and the absurd certainty that friendship can conquer anything and the future is always waiting. But there are nights that do not end when the sun rises. Actions that bring irreversible consequences. Mistakes that never expire. And silences imposed by others that last a lifetime. The author returns to the world of *Golden Sons* to deliver a story as addictive as it is moving, proving once again her ability to create characters who leap off the page and stay with you long after you have closed the book.