14
Remy
I burst inside my apartment, the official Non-Castrato box cradled in my arms, unable to get my mind to stop spinning from everything I’d learned during band practice today...or rather everything I’d learned after practice.
Hearing about Asher’s childhood and his parents was enough to blow my mind. But then I’d spotted that song. That dreadful, amazing, life-altering song.
Ten hadn’t been on c***k after all. A Non-Castrato song I’d never heard of before really, honestly, truly existed. And I knew why Asher refused to ever play it again. It was so personal, so revealing, so...
About me.
Well, maybe about me. Maybe not. I couldn’t be sure. Except all the details fit. Por Dios, how well the details fit.
Thoughts scattered into millions of pieces, I plopped the box on the side t
