Riverson

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Love kills. Especially for Charli Riverson - the epitome of a mountain bowing to the storm.</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>At just eight years old her world shattered when her mother's death was deemed a suicide. What followed was a future heavy with expectations and bright dreams that faded into despondency corruption and tragedy.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Only broken souls can find other pieces to fit into their fractured lives - a puzzle forever missing parts stolen by the past.</span></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Love kills. It always has. But sometimes the dead don't lie in graves with headstones. They remain among us waiting to be mended by the very hands that broke them.</strong></p>