Prologue

een, my life changed forever.

i kno t me rangely as if trying to fat could o explain. because ive lived of my life, i dont feel t i o unless its on my terms, and t ake more time t people are o give me. my story cant be summed up in tences; it cant be packaged into somet and simple t people ely understand. despite ty years, till living year accept my lack of explanation question. my story in some ory because it all of us lived through.

it o it. im fifty-seven years old, but even no year, doo t details. i relive t year often in my mind, bringing it back to life, and i realize t ion of sadness and joy. ts i if i did, take ting tting ten t on.

it is april 12, in t year before t and gray, but as i move doreet, i notice t t just a little. temperature is cool, ts only a matter of tle in to sometable and to t make nort beautiful places in t all coming back to me. i close my eyes and to move in reverse, sloicking backating in tion. as if tco broo smootus as t eventful year approaches.

to coreets teem ss, treet, tower rings. . . .

i open my eyes and pause. i am standing outside tist care at tly een years old.

tory; i promise to leave not.

first you say you been waed.