" . . . Tyler felt the hole widen in his chest. A niggling sense that he was stepping off into a deep, dark hole. He had no history. No legacy to aspire to . . . Isolation pressed on every side as he tried to fight the horrifying truth: He was a twenty-five year old orphan with no idea who he was supposed to be. "

― Tammy L. Gray , Until I Knew Myself (Bentwood #1)