Damaged Goods, A Priceless Return

After a fire stole my family and my voice, my boyfriend Jermain promised to be my shield. I was the silent composer behind our band's success, fighting to speak again-for him.

Then I overheard him call me "damaged goods, a millstone around my neck."

His betrayal escalated. He let his new flame publicly humiliate me, then abandoned me-injured and deafened-in a storm, calling me a "liability."

The boy who promised to be my voice was gone. In his place was a stranger who saw me only as a burden he was tired of carrying.