From the rain-slick streets of Chicago and Seattle, Annie has spent a lifetime running—from childhood sexual abuse she never named, from a family that made silence a religion, and from a marriage unraveling one unspoken truth at a time. Then Miles rides in: lean and lanky in worn denim, sharp-cheekbone and quietly confident beneath a new black baseball cap. There is something about him that feels older than the Oklahoma wind—something steady enough to make Annie stop running. With him comes the reckoning. Like a cowboy rounding up wild horses, Annie begins gathering the memories she has outrun for decades. She loosens her grip on control, peels away years of armor, and begins listening for the voice of God she buried beneath shame and rage.