Chapter 2Two weeks later, fully dressed, coat, hat, and a scarf at my neck this time instead of over my eyes, I stood in my backyard once again admiring my gift with awe and wonder. There was more snow. Not a lot, just a coating that made the bare trees all around my property look like a beautiful rustic painting. The pure white outline of the gate’s half a heart against the rest of the rough, dull, pitted black made the shape stand out even more. It was beautiful but also sad.
“Is someone missing you?” I asked.
Blake, Cayde, four of their burliest male but unfortunately straight friends and I had leaned the possibly pilfered, partial gate against the side of my house, the notion being it would make a beautiful trellis for morning glories in summer.
“Imagine a huge heart made of pink, w
