Chapter 88

Tuck said, “He wanted nothing to do with me after getting out of Baskinton. It was sad because I really liked him.”

“Did you love him?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t. I didn’t know what love was then. I don’t think I found that until you came along.”

That was flattering to hear. He loved me. All of me. Me. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

* * * *

There was another man in his life that he told me about. A dark-skinned handsome law student named Alejandro Mussio. Tuck grabbed his cellphone from the nightstand, pulled up Facebook, and showed me pictures of the guy: black hair and matching eyes, young looking, the kind of kid (he couldn’t have been a man because his face was so thin and high school-looking) who maybe thought only about himself.

Tuck said, “We dated for three months. It was a complete nightmare. I think we were both ready to murder each other.”

“Why’s that? Explain…”