It was hard for my twelve-year-old mind not to tangle him up in the role of hero. I’d heard the story of how he’d saved Kate from her troubled past and Cleo from a childhood of dangers, and now, he’d saved me, even if he hadn’t been able to save Kate. Looking back, that was the start of it for me. Falling in love with him. Ruining his life. They would become one and the same, but right then, it was pure and simple. I loved him the way a child loved a superhero.
