thought I loved Keenan, but that love was born out of desperation and loneliness, out of a need to see myself, my struggles, in someone else. What I feel for Elias is different, a flame I hold close to my heart when I feel my strength flagging. Sometimes, deep in the night as I travel, I picture a future with him. But I dare not look at it too closely. How can I, when it can never be?
