I thought my daughter’s subway romance was going to be another cute story I’d tell for years. Then she showed me one photo, and I realized she wasn’t introducing me to a new boyfriend; she was introducing me to the greatest heartbreak of my life.
Stormy had never smiled this much over a boy.
She practically floated through my front door, dropped her backpack onto the kitchen floor, and launched into a story before she’d even taken off her sneakers.
“Mom, you’re going to think I’m making this up.”
I looked up from the bowl of strawberries I was slicing, sliding the knife aside and leaning against the counter.
“All right. Tell me.”
“It was on the subway.”
