Chapter 5On a chilly Tuesday in mid-October, I was singing and twirling around the office, getting all kinds of work done. I sipped my coffee and hummed along to the Trolls soundtrack. I had an epiphany the night before when I crawled in bed: I was hopeful. For the first time in a long time, I met someone who was genuine. Boaz let me see his public persona, as Little Pale Face had aptly put it, and his private, vulnerable self. I liked them both.
The Rockies put up a good fight in the pennant but got beat by the Brewers in five games to end their season. Boaz was due back in Oklahoma City any day now, and though I knew he was leaving again in a matter of months, I couldn’t wait to see him.
What would happen now that he was back? After months of texting, I felt like I knew him. He never c
