I saw her when she was ten years old; at a time I considered blowing my brains out—and not just because it would splatter nicely on the walls. This wasn’t a stroke of luck, it all began when my mother died. Some might say I became obsessed. Others might see things differently. A soulmate. A favorable outcome. A twist of fate. Judge for yourself.

I wouldn’t say I was living a dream. People like you and me never meet people like Alexander Turner. People like me certainly don’t date people like him. I fantasized about such men, and lived in that realm happily ever after. I was a tween when I started crushing on his captivatingly handsome looks. Now, all grown up, I’d landed myself in a sticky situation. See for yourself.