I cut myself some slack. Ages sixteen to twenty-two had been a blur of getting sloshed and treating myself to periodic blackouts. A girl like Aurora had slipped easily into my hopelessly optimistic heart. Age thirty, however, brings with it a heart that’s frosted like a winter garden. Also, I stopped taking destructive lasses into my bed and promising them forever a while ago. Lesson learned, and Rory was an excellent teacher. Yeah, Aurora Belle Jenkins hasn’t changed. Me, on the other hand? A completely different fella.
