Later that night, long after the sun had set and I’d left Winter to work on some marketing ideas for the tour with Alex, I walked up to a front door I’d never knocked on and never thought I would. There was so much I’d missed over the years, that when I pieced it together now, it all fit like a puzzle. The ice cream she gave me when I was seven one day on the street, saying the server had given her and Rika one too many.
