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Grace
For a long time I'd been fascinated by The Bridge. By the man who headed up this clandestine community in northern California. An enigmatic figure, Emmet Brooks was fiercely protective of his late uncle's legacy, so when I became one of the few "outsiders" granted permission to step through its gates, I knew I was lucky. Privileged. And what I found was a beautiful place full of love and peace and happiness. I found a man reluctant to open up his version of paradise to anyone other than those who chose to live in his world. Did he have something to hide? Was this commune really too good to be true? And why, after just a few days, did I feel so comfortable in a place that still felt almost unreal?
I didn't see it, at first. I didn't see it because I hadn't wanted to. But he saw it. Emmet Brooks. He saw what I'd chosen to ignore. He knew why I'd really come to The Bridge. And that's when everything changed...
Emmet
The Bridge wasn't just my uncle's legacy, it was his life's work. And it became mine. I knew nothing else, it had been my home since birth. My family. Of course I wanted to protect it! Keep it safe from the outside world, one that had the ability to infiltrate and destroy everything we had here. Everything we'd built. Created. So, yes, I was reluctant to allow Grace Tyler in. And she arrived with the usual skepticism I'd been expecting from someone who was armed only with snippets of things she'd read. Rumors she'd heard. But the more time she spent with us, the harder it became for her to ignore the reality.
She'd always been destined to come here. Fate had played its part, but she didn't want to hear that. She didn't want to believe that sometimes things happen for a reason. There was a reason she came to us. To me. I could see it as clear as day, or, I'd thought I could. But sometimes we need to look a little closer. Think a little deeper. Not be scared to face a truth we might prefer to keep locked away.
I'd thought Grace Tyler had needed saving. I was wrong. She wasn't the only one who needed saving. She wasn't the only one...
Avery
The Bridge was my home. My sanctuary. Emmet and I, we'd grown up together. Brothers in all but blood. I lived in a place that, to anyone looking in from outside, maybe seemed too good to be true, and yes, nothing's perfect. But some things come pretty damn close.
Yasmin Rivera came to The Bridge an outsider, hired by me to help us promote our community to the wider population, something Emmet struggled to accept, but in my eyes it was necessary. We had to move on. Change the way we were viewed outside of The Bridge's gates. And Yasmin, she was key to helping us do that. We worked together a lot, grew closer as time went on, but Yasmin was fiercely private. Surrounded by barriers she was reluctant to lower it wasn't easy getting to know her as anything other than a work colleague. But I wasn't going to give up without a fight. If I'd known then what I know now, though, would I have fought as hard? I don't know. I really don't know...
Yasmin
I didn't come to The Bridge by chance. But this job, it was nothing more than a foot in the door. A reason for me to be next to him. Close to him. Avery Wilder. I came to The Bridge because of him. And he needed to know why, but telling him the truth was never going to be easy. Falling for him was never supposed to have been an option, it was wrong on so many levels. But the best laid plans don't always work out the way you want them to. Mine certainly didn't. But I should have tried harder to get them back on track.
My mistake was thinking that the truth didn't matter. That he didn't need to know why I'd really come to The Bridge.
The truth does matter. It mattered to all of us. Every single one of us. The truth, it changed us all. It changed everything...
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