Aly Martinez

Synopsis In the aftermath of tragedy, it’s strange the things you remember.The deafening boom as the house exploded.The paralyzing fear as I searched for my wife.The blinding smoke burning my eyes as I carried her out. But carved into my soul for the rest of my days would be the earth-shattering realization that the woman in my arms wasn’t my wife. Bree and I were the only survivors—not that either of us were…