A woman's life, as delicate as a flower, and as vulnerable as glass to concrete, pivots on the axis of life and death. Providence can warn her, instinct can shout to her to avoid the looming darkness. but she would discover it too difficult to ignore. Intoxicating and alluring, it would pull her in without effort, and strip away every sense of security she had. All those "it could never happen to me" thoughts would cease to enter her mind, and life would prove as agonizing as she imagined it could never be. Providence was mother nature. Instinct was human nature. The darkness was Derek Caldwell.