Dear Rosie,

Rosie I was eight when Nathan moved away. He was my best friend. My only friend. My safe space. And then he was gone. And my life turned into Hell. But I survived. I broke free and made a life for myself. And I tried to forget about the boy who grew up to be Nate Waller, the famous retired football player. I really did try to forget. But then I opened the door, while working at a client’s house, and he was there. Standing before me. My old friend. My unwitting confidant. My Nathan. Except… he doesn’t recognize me. Nate The curvy little redhead captured my attention the second I saw her. And I knew I needed to have her. Needed to know her better. Needed to get my hands on her. But when I did. When she moaned my name. My full name. It all came rushing back. Twenty-five years had passed, but in that moment I finally recognized her. My Rosie. My childhood friend. I may have forgotten about her. But I remember now. And this time I’m not letting her go.