Chapter Thirty-Nine
When I Was SmallDriving on the I-5 toward Portland, she reminisced about her teenage years, where she would easily fall for boys—or men—for a plethora of reasons. The time her innocent brain enticed her to act out all the romance she read in romance books. He could be a schoolmate, who sat next to her in classes and always tried to chat her up, he could be one of her distant cousins whose parents always came too early during family gatherings at her house, and left them the only two teenagers in the room, or he could be her piano teacher, a young man twelve years her senior. A man who she fantasized composed Schumann’s Devotion for her.
She overtook two slower cars and went back to the right lane.
The truth of the matter was, he could be anyone in her life that she l
