I went to the store and bought some b

the unmarked ones.

Then came the blind music teacher who never flinched, never hesitated, whose fingers on the piano sounded like mercy.

With him, she wasn’t a spectacle.

She was simply Merritt. A laugh. A mind. A future.

His confession arrived when she was finally unarmored.

He had been there.

A teenage mistake, a spark, a blast, and the girl whose name continue reading …