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Prologue

Rosie

Age Five

Most dooinning I edy In that Hollywood —and more often than not, fatal—love is born First comes love, and then comes all the rest of the shit

This is in most cases

Romeo and Juliet, Heathcliff and Catherine… and I don’t know any lish

Anyone who knows ory of ‘most cases’

Or irl who strives so hard to be extraordinary that sheFalls for love right where she shouldn’t Just like the rest of them

Whatever

I kneas dooan The second I saw him

I was five First day of school Yep, it’s that fucking pathetic Even more so because he didn’t even know I existed at that point, and many points after

Total fucking cliché

I kneho he was Even at five, I knew the line drawn in the sand The one splattered in blood

Dad droppedon the back of his motorcycle My dad was the president The Sons of Templar MC

Not many people had stark, in-detail memories of their five-year-old selves Nores, so it was like staring at an interior TV screen Maybe because moments with my father could’ve been held in my hand, treasured because moments and memories were all I had left

Maybe it was because then, precisely then, henmy own