Never Surrender

My heart ached for Kieran. This was the man I loved. I loved him for more than just his good looks. Looks could change. It was his character, his iron will to never surrender, even to an impossible enemy like fate. Kieran Valentine was one in a million, and I was the luckiest woman alive to have found him and made him mine. ‘Maybe God or whoever was listening up there heard my prayer and dropped me a lifeline. I caught a piece of driftwood and managed to keep myself afloat. I had no idea where the current was carrying me, but I knew I had to hold on.’ ‘How did you get the head injury?’ The neurologist told me Kieran’s amnesia was a result of head trauma. ‘I have no idea,’ Kieran said. ‘I was conscious for a long time. The current kept tossing me this way and that. It was like being inside a washing machine. I knew I’d left the main stream and was swept into a distributary. I couldn’t see anyone on the riverbanks. The current was still too fast for me to do anything but hold on. I must