Chapter Four
Collin
May 1967 – Lubbock, Texas
The end of the school year had come, and I knew it was time to do what I needed to do—even if my heart wasn’t entirely in it. Guilt still plagued me whenever I thought about how hurt the girl I’d left behind would feel when she found out about this.
Fiona was everything a wife was supposed to be — in my parents’ eyes, at least. My mother did love her, and my father kept telling me how lucky I was that she’d stumbled upon me that fateful evening at the football game. He also kept telling me not to let her get away.
I liked Fiona. I liked her a lot. But love?
Well, love wasn’t all it was cracked up to be anyway. My heart still belonged to someone else. But my brain knew that could never be. It kept nagging me to hurry up and make Fiona my w
