“Not looking for closure. I don’t close a good book until the story ends.” And ours started when I was sixteen. Eighteen years later, we had become different people, living another life than the one we had imagined then. One without each other. Having Rome Bower back in my life had been more than a blast from the past. My soul had felt at home again. Turns out he wasn’t just my first love but he’d been the only one to truly own my heart. Loving him was easy, surviving him was hard. And I had a secret that was…
I read. And quilt. A lot.