Chapter 4

I couldn't sleep that night. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, memories flooding my mind unbidden.

I still remember the first time I met George Taylor. I was ten years old, a scrawny little girl who had just moved into the neighborhood with my mother.

George was seventeen, the older boy next door who rode a motorcycle and had the kind of smile that made all the girls swoon.

Back then, I was being bullied by a group of kids from school. They would wait for me at the corner store, calling me names and pulling my hair.…