Last Goodbye in Pieces

My boyfriend is a forensic artist.

He was forced to make a harrowing decision to save his first love. At the killer's demand, he created a portrait from a photo—he never realized that the young girl in the photo was me in my childhood.

Two weeks later, the police investigate a grisly bomb explosion and dismemberment case. The victim's identity was unrecognizable, and the investigation dragged on for days as the authorities desperately searched the blast site, looking for my remains.

After three days and nights, they finally recovered enough of my remains to reconstruct my face.