For thirty-one years, Robert “Ghost” McAllister carried a quiet ache in his heart. Life on the open road had given him freedom, but not peace. He had once held a tiny girl with bright eyes and a crescent-shaped birthmark beneath her ear — his daughter Sarah — and promised to always be there for her.
But life had taken a different turn, and through distance, circumstances, and time, they had been separated. Still, he never stopped hoping. Every ride, every sunset, every new town held the possibility that fate might bring them together again.
