“We needed each other in ways that were impossible to resist, and when the consequences came, they were harsh. In between the horrors, we were happy. There was no thought of the world’s approval when we were alone.” -Marc
Raised in the same loveless family, Marc and Angie existed on stolen moments that sometimes came years apart. Forbidden by more than just their ages, they were forced to pretend a cool indifference, while longing desperately for the future to set them free.
“My life began the moment our eyes met. Instantly lost, I drowned in her stunning depths and was reborn. As what? Hers. My Angie.”
“He was my light in hell, a shield against the hate and the roaming hands, and the pain. He gave me hope and he loved me. How could I not feel the same? My Brady. Without him, there were no seasons, no sun. When he was gone, I stopped feeling. Anything.”
Only four years from freedom
At 12, Marc Brady was only four years from freedom. Four summers of labor, followed by four winters of isolation, and then he would leave his strict home and join the family business. Four years left to endure in a loveless home where his very identity had been erased. Almost free…
A decade from escape
At 8, Angie was a decade from escape. Ten more years of abuse and neglect, of being alone in a family that must never discover how different she really is. What a hard, cold future waited.
I give you Marc and Angie, the backstory
Repeatedly torn apart, their forbidden friendship forged a bond that even twenty years and a nuclear war couldn’t break. I give you Marc and Angie, the backstory.
But be warned! This is NOT a romance. This does NOT have a happy ending. This is the upbringing, the striking childhood, of two Life After War characters before they were reunited to find their missing son after the final world war. They are Marc and Angie, and the year was 1989.