Every Christmas he wondered. This year, his life depended on finding out. Armed with nothing more than vague memories and a grainy old photo of an infant, he sought his real parents. Instead, on a snowy Maryland Street, he found Erin Morgan. But this wasn't the Erin he remembered. Her eyes were haunted, and her arms reached out for him. Once, they had shared a love, but that love was now forbidden. For everywhere Travis searched he found dead ends, and dead men.