A biography for Kimberly Brockmanhasn’t been written yet.
“I woke with sweat beading across my forehead and my hands balled into fists clutching the sheet over my eyes. The dreams. They were back. Haunting me relentlessly. I thought they were gone... I should've known better. (Rayne)”
“Something was bleeding… and something was broken. It was my heart… because I had to leave you. (Chase to Rayne)”