For six years, we were inseparable until he was sent to boarding school in France. It’s been more than four months since I’ve laid eye son Atticus, and when he returns, I’m not prepared for the boy standing before me.
Atticus has always been beautiful, inside and out—so beautiful that it sometimes hurts to be around him because in my girlish fantasies, I’ve wondered what it would be like to kiss him, to love him.
Until my fantasy becomes reality.
And then morphs into a nightmare, where dark, painful truths are revealed and a beautiful liar is exposed.