Chapter 3

Neither notion turns out to be right. The man jogging towards where Tyler and I wait is a few years younger than me. When did I get older than teachers?I wonder, but immediately on the heels of that thought comes the sobering reality—when I had a kid of my own.Some days I still feel like I’m a teenager; it’s easy to do when I’m at home alone during the day, sitting in front of the computer and working on my latest short story. I’m too young to have been married, to be widowed, to raise a son on my own. I’m still too young…

Then Tyler comes home and reminds me that, as much as I’d like to pretend otherwise, I’m not.